Rug Poem by Blue Angel

Line, where are you?
The line between self love and unconditional love.
The line in between being myself and being there for you.
The line for me to hold, the line to hold you.
A line to connect me and you.

My blood, our connection.
My tears, my recollections.
My father you.
Today so close, still from you no emotions.

Away you go,
Invited I am, to join you.
A guest for the guest.
Strange… I don’t go.

The pain strong, no way to escape.
If I go as a rug for you,
If I don’t, never to hope to hug you.
Loss, no gain…Just pain.
Your daughter, disconnected.