Yesterday I sat on the train, and across from me was a father with his son. Looking at them had a profound impact; I noticed several emotions coursing through my body. Being curious, I tried to discern the kind of emotions I had and where they originated. There was sadness, but also excitement and joy. I could feel the longing of my inner boy to get this kind of attention. This stems from my relationship with my father. What I saw before me was a father in his forties with hi

I came across this poem, which I wrote a few months before my father passed away on 25 April 2025. I wrote this after a moment alone with my dad, when I realized he was slowly slipping away from me, from us, from life. Between those words We sit together in silence I can feel you I can hear you breathe I notice your bodily presence I look aside and find your eyes I see emptiness You are nowhere to be found Where are you? I close my eyes for a moment I hear your voice in me It

So many men live their lives from the little boy inside. The one who learned early on to attune to his mother’s feelings. To satisfy...