People have always told me that I have my fathers smile:

slightly toothy, always leaning a little to the left.
People have always told me that I have my fathers eyes:

blue and grey, deep like a well,

the left one slightly larger than the right.
People have always told me that I have my fathers wits:

Mind like a trap, a cynical humor that never falters, never fails.
People have always always told me...you're just like him...

you're just like him...

you're just like him...

I'll never be whole again.