Man,

I still remember saying our goodbyes

But I can’t remember the last one.

You would remain still behind the glass

As my sister and I would be carried away,

Tears streaming from our eyes

As if the room was bombarded with tear gas.

I knew I loved you

But I didn’t know why.

 I’m supposed to love you right?

 I used to love you

When I didn’t know what that building would signify.

We would write you letters with drawings

Straight from the heart;

From our little hearts,

Before you broke them.

We would beg for more time

On the other side of the glass

Without realizing,

You had nothing but time.

I used to believe and pray for you every night

Hoping for some leniency,

Before we caught on to your blight.

We used to love you.

Those 5 A.M, two hours trips with grandma

Were worth the hour with you.

Grandma can’t drive anymore,

And neither can we.

Now we have school and work,

And you have a granddaughter you will never see.

You are our dad,

And meeting the scholarship requirement

Is the only aid we’ll ever get from you.

We used to love you.

Now we have your indictment,

Cause you chose the game over us.

We are nothin’ but strangers,

Its your ramification.

But we gotta thank you,

Thank you for my mother’s liberation.

We used to love you.

Man, we thought it was a requirement,

but behind the glass,

there is no reinforcement.

We used to love you.

In her last letter,

Your youngest wrote you your first hate letter.

She used to love you,

Now she despises you.

Now I write you a letter of neutrality;

It’s not the cold shoulder.

There is no resentment, or loathing.

 I used to love you

And that is all.

With no rancor or malevolence,

With no love or reverence,

Your daughter.