common ground

once there was a chance

for you and I,

a chance that we could meet

on common ground,

perhaps find a small bit

of mutual understanding,

a place not too much me,

not too much you,

a place somewhere

in the middle,

but now that chance

is gone, time has grown short,

you are where you are,

I am where I am,

with too much space

in-between,

still we had some moments,

playing catch in the backyard,

fishing in Canada;

you were my dad,

I was your little boy;

sometimes I wish it could

have been different,

somehow better,

something more,

but it was good enough;

thank you dad.

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