a litre of tears

"Do you still miss her?" I ask
"Oh yes, of course. Yes, yes I do." He pauses and smiles for a bit, "I uh, I still keep her picture with me."

It's a realization that hurts, and I am moved to tears.
His daughter, blinded by her anger for him, can't even begin to guess. His girlfriend, with an entire world of priorities and plans and reaches, she wouldn't understand.


That she talks to him in dreams.
That she is happy.
That he is happy, so happy, knowing that she is.

There is a world you wish you could undo, but because you can't, even if you don't want to,
you become stronger.