You were far removed

and I often wondered why.

 

When I tried to engage in conversation you were

monotone.

“How was work?”

“Okay.”

Quick and short answers

to ward off further conversation.

 

Whenever I hugged you,

you stiffened in response;

retreating from my embrace.

 

And when I was upset,

you would simply tell me,

no llores, eso es para los débiles.

 

I just wanted you to tell me

that you loved me, that

I was enough.

 

On my last night home,

you gave me a pat on the back

that told me it’s always been there.

I saw it in the way you looked at me,

brown eyes in a solemn gaze,

as you said goodbye.