Post #84

An account of my father / I have no demons, save for those with horns of plush. Nobody hit me, and my father walked out gently: took me months, to notice that his gradual withdrawal was complete. We stayed in touch over much email, up until my girlfriends took away all bandwidth (at about 15). He got me residence in Canada, I moved, we saw each other sometimes, he became a grandfather (another duty to abandon 10 years in). I left the country, lost my residence to greener pastures (walking out on him?). The pastures turned to sands, if greener than before. More years passed — then he disappeared, six months ago. Today his Telegram account got wiped. A silent well of email is all that's left for my unanswered stones. @verse by MR