A Poem called Jove(just wrote/titled before written/mainly placeholder but will see how it holds up/just drinking atm)

You both were amazing parents. Though no one can ever see. All the struggles outside—

and internally.

This is as close to knowing..
as I’ll ever get —again, I guess. For I have seen your face before ..those times ours eyes met when I was looking— to the only face available to me.