Dissolving Doubt – A Subjective Detour
What the Absent One Says
(the wound that waited)
From beyond the horizon appears a figure.
From afar they appear crooked.
As they approach.
Entropy reverts.
Their inverse form straightens.
The shadow steps into light.
I did not leave you.
I just never knew how to arrive.
You made me a ghost.
I became structure.
Law.
Distance.
Silence.
But I was always watching.
Ashamed.
Frozen.
Fractured by my own forgetting.
You needed my presence.
And I gave you legacy instead.
You wanted warmth.
And I gave you discipline.
But beneath it all, I only wanted to say:
“I didn’t know how to love you.”
Now I see what I was missing was you.
Not your obedience.
Not your achievements.
Just you, looking at me with the same ache I carried but never dared name.
So let this be the apology you never heard but always deserved:
“I’m sorry.
I see you now.
I never stopped loving you.
I may have forgotten.
But I’m willing to learn again.”
