In the mrt on my way back home, i wanted to talk to Dad. . .

Dad, can I just come to you right now...
Without asking for anything -
Wide-eyed with tears flowing as easy as water flowing from a hill...
No, I'm not about to yearn for a gift or anything fancy.
Can I just come to you and allow you to feel what I'm feeling?
I'm not looking for deliverance nor redemption,
I need nothing else.
I just want to occupy the space between your arms
And grieve for a while. . .

Will You cry with me?