Padre
I wanted you to be a father
But you are just my padre.
I wanted your validation
so bad that it haunted me.
But you are a mentor
and not my father.
Perhaps it was your genuine concern
or that you walked with me while I journeyed.
Why is it that I want someone
to be my dad this bad?
He has long since passed,
and yet I miss it so.
I thought it was you.
I wanted to believe you might be it.
I was so disillusioned
that I surrendered control padre.
I sought a father with you,
but you’re simply a priest,
a mentor,
a padre.
