Some time after
you came
to me
to tell
me that
I was
your son. 

Who were
you
and where
were you? 

I didn’t care. 

You had
a sporty
car
and lots
of stories
to tell me. 

I believed
them,
eager to be
everything
you wanted. 

Strange how
the ghosts
come
to tell
you that
you
are the one.

— Brian Bronson