Little girl on the screen playing a scene - never the one in my life.
Anger. Frustration. Not towards a father that was not there,
But angry about not being able to remember -
Not one time, that my father took me to the park.
I know he did - I've seen the photograph.
I can't find it.
Maybe the photograph and the memory are keeping each other company
Somewhere.
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