I used to see my dad, and my abuser. His face loomed out of my eyes. I've begun to see him less and less. In fact, when I look for him, confront him in the planes of my face, his shadow flits out of sight, like trying to look directly at a spot the sun has burned on the inside of you eye-lid.
Now what I see feels like it's missing something, something big, and I feel a bit empty. But it's a good empty, a lightness and a freeness, ready to be filled with new meaning!