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My father was a man built from his own broken pieces, blooming the same idled flowers that were his daughter, and sons. Day by day and step by step I unraveled threads only to an ever more complicated nothing that filled my fathers place. I never really knew him, I just wished I hadEither for me or him. What I wanted was the elaborate treasure I had created in the dwellings of my own imagination. The genius I sought beyond what I saw, but never tapped, or knew if what I had thought was really there. He was brilliant in what he created as the image of me buried in himself along with his real voice. I miss him so much and don't even know it. I knew him so well and never even realized it. He was my DadThe one that would give me two shiny quarters on a Sunday morning when I was aching for the ice cream man too drive by, and I never even knew why he waited by the entrance of the metal gate watching me make the purchase. Watching me make a mess and spill Popsicle all over myself that was it. He invested in the memory and my smile as I walked back to show him what I bought. The problem was, I never invested enough time in him to speak to his sorrows and set him free of his everyday aching, not just Sunday. I wish I had said "I love you" before I was buried in pride and anger of the hell I never realized I had build myself down the line. I really do miss you and the thoughts, ideas and time we never really shared. Now buried six feet under your secrets are kept and doubt and hurting is what I have left. I am sorry I did not know you more.

Hanz The King Of Pirates