Blind Love.

It has hurt your pride.

The past, that thing we left behind.

Letting go hurts too much.

I can’t even begin to explain.

Things are bound to get worse.

I listened to you.

The theme of this poem is about the eternal recurrence of human existence, with the same fears, struggles, and strifes going back again and again.

You only get one dad.

Beautiful Lines 61.