papa

i still want the mountains,
and i still need you near.

my heart, faint from winter, needs to go home.

home, the eternal place i've never been. one day, your glory rinse & sun drops will clean my muddied face.
(papa, i know you're so much more, but i want your lap (like a lake) to finally feel some peace).

papa, i know he's not yours yet, but i imagine he loves like you. i think if you two met, you'd beam like summerjune.