If I Wrote a Love Song For My Father
I envy women with easy, regular relationships with their fathers.
If I were to write a love song for my father, what it might sound like? A dirge perhaps, dark and lonely, haunting, wistful with what could have been, heavy with emptiness of unrequited love. And the words — they might cry with rage, might swoon with ache, might drip with longing.
