The Fatherless in York

I wonder if he'd see

his mothers brown eyes 

when he looked at me 

and know that I was 

his, or if he would 

notice my crooked smile

and know the only other 

place he's seen that was in 

his high school graduation photo. 

I wonder if he saw me on the subway 

and thought he'd seen me 

somewhere before. Or if 

he thought back to the 

woman he spent a night with 

some 22 years ago 

and wondered if I were 

the evidence. I wonder if 

he entertains the thought of 

walking the same streets as me, 

or if he pushes my existence 

out of his mind. 

Most of all, I wonder 

if he wonders about me at all.