Night Visits

The air is dense  
...
My mouth is overcome  
By a taste  
Of tobacco
...
A flame
Left on within me  
Flickers  
-clinging to the wick  
...
Your presence  
Is sharp
Awakening  
And  
Intimidatingly pronounce  
-always has been  
...
I feel you  
When the lights go out  
On nights where my heart  
Goes wandering about  
And
With no room left for doubt  
I embrace your visit  
...
The fire within me  
Sets blaze to the waste  
And  
There is truth in its luminance  
...
With Invoked words  
I couldn't say  
I muster up  
The strength it takes  
For a son to utter  
A message  
To a father:
 
I'm sorry  
...
I forgive you  
...
I love you  
...