Pillion

Those rides with you were long,
like the stretched sky
my raised head travels
as I count the stars
waiting for words to fall
from your lips.

Do you remember how tight
I held on to your shoulders?
My faith has already been
falling those days.

But I went where you went,
mimicked your every turn,
followed how you balanced
in case on the next spot
of that wide and lengthy road

in the middle of darkness
I would find
even just a

kindle

to warm my faith again.

Forgive me, Papa...

I lost my hold.