What my biological father never said

Once spoken

that's it,

words can never be unsaid.

The wind will carry them to every ear in the room

and even lift them up
and out of the windows

and into the sky.


Thus if you repeat certain words
and behaviors,
a pattern emerges.

Words are an extension of who we are.


It was said to me,


"You are a valuable person to me.

I value you,

I love you."


by my stepfather.

His eyes held mine
with kindness and care.

Therefore love isn't an act for him,

it is who he is.