Once, we shared a passion Between father and son, A chance to bond under that grace. While recognition Was never part of the game, Over the years we found that We couldn't climb over the horizon As others had.
We didn't stop.
Our flames continued to burn, too Stubborn to quit, until we burnt Out.
I came back to what we discarded, Wishing you could have, with Hope and selfishness.
When I happened upon our structure, Seeing what you built, Now facing your absence, I realized just how long I was gone - More importantly, how long you were.
Understand, however, That you were never forgotten.