Michael
The confused quirk of his lips says
"I love you, but how?"
And the resentment in the lines
Hidden by facial hair and
Skin thick with color
Speak of hours spent pondering his inability
To show, to convince, to believe.
And in the moments between what is and what was,
He wonders why he can't just
Take the thing living within him
And give it as a gift
(as the proof)
Of the unconditional
Unequivocal
boundlessandbinding
Love, from father to son.