One more time, I looked out my lair,
with tears streaming down my face.
My eagle glides through the air,
forcing its way through the thick, dark trace,
up into the night sky.
I’d just left a chapter of my dream
to turn a new page,
where I could become a better story.
I cry for only—
if only my father had a breath left in him,
this moment could be cherished more.
If only he weren’t lying six feet under,
I’d get one last hug.