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What Could Have Been
In the unlooked stillness of the gas station,
there you were,standing, staring,
a silhouette so familiar yet veiled in the unknown.
My heart skipped over beats, caught in the web of years spent scrolling through the remnants of your digital footprints.
Did you recognize me, the child grown from absence into curiosity?
In that fleeting moment, our shared blood a silent whisper, I tussled with the urge to speak, to bridge the 18 years with a simple 'hello'.
But uncertainty held my voice prisoner,
and I was left with the echo of what could have been—
a conversation, a connection, a chance to know the man who is both a stranger
and half of my very being,
Technically speaking, though, it was merely a figure—a ghost, a silhouette of a guy who might have been
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I have went my life without meeting my dad, but looking at all his old Facebook pictures for many years, which is why it was such a surprise to see him on a quick gas station trip with friends. I don't know if he recognized me or not, but I guess I'll never know.