dad left the dinner table early again

I brought the next round of Sadaf tea to his room

heavy was his chest
heavy was his chest

don’t worry about me, don’t worry about me

I hugged him thrice

do you know how much I love you
I just want you to know how much I love you

our cheeks touch
he smells like dad

the television tells us “we are bound to get lost”
so I kiss him one more time and try not to let go

I wipe my eyes as I pit stop for a cry
a few streets away on my way home,
remembering how mine are just like his
and his are just like mine