so is this when the new habit begins?
has something yet changed?
i keep waiting for a letter in the mail,
a phone call from a friend,
emails from relatives,
anything from my father.
distances are still distances.
words remains fragile things.
i still don’t regret the arguments.
i regret we never found a conclusion.
i still have things to say
but i do not think you will hear them.
i wish you would hear them.
i wish there was a way to bring them to you.