Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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A Memory
I knew you.
You were someone close.
You were strong and driven.
Yet you had your faults, just like everyone else.
But you were so big you could hide them.
Sometimes though, you couldn’t make things work the way you wanted them to.
But it didn’t matter so much because when you did, you made them work with an Iron Fist.
You had a silence that wasn’t so easy to figure out - Cold and unflinching.
Did you mean to be threatening? Did you just not wanna say anything? On the other hand, was it your beliefs that held your voice back?
When it came to it, I had hard time getting to know you and who you really were.
Who really were you? Everyone seemed to have an idea, yet like me, they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.
I guess we never did figure it out because we were all so alike.
Perhaps like me, you were looking for something special in life – and you had that and more, but the great thing was that you didn’t realise it.
Yet I envy that because there is always something missing in my life.
It was hard for you as it is for me now to face up to our own failings.
That silence provided you with that one ally which never failed.
I can’t do that. I have look them in the face. I don’t have any choice, I have look them right in the eye.
Does it make me better than you? Am I stronger than you? No.
Our weakness was trusting kindness, and both of us knew the consequence of falling for that one.
But you were always the one to point that out because you didn’t trust you and other people either.
You grew older and I guess a little wiser
As time went on, you learned to smile.
But I couldn’t trust you because you were me and I didn’t even trust myself. And I didn’t know you then....
Over time, I came to realise that you and I weren’t really that much alike at all.
Now that you are gone, I still have questions I need to ask - yet you aren't there to answer them.
And I am wondering about so many questions with you and me and the place that we lived.
So many answers out there and yet I am still missing more pieces of my life.
And as much you have left us now, you really haven’t left. You are still here, because I am your son, and through everyone else and me – you live on.