i love you ollie, my son.

the light turns

off suddenly

the stars come

lighting up a wall of

wonder and childhood

awe, the

little fellow

sleeping now i watch

him breathe and

can kiss his head and

cheek and undo all

the failures of the day

i imagine him saying “daddy 

stop it your beard

is tickling me”

but in sleep, now i find love again

all the chest

pain and wide eyes and

panic of the day now

subsides 

and

under these fake

stars full 

of wonder

and from somewhere between

the piles of guilt and

incompetence and fear

rises now a pure

radiant

a love for 

my 

son.