absent
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Her eyes reminded me of the old embers in the fireplace,
unkempt by my absent father.
~awatr
My father stumbles in
Feet tripping over-
Heel toe, heel toe
At a quarter to 2
-Am, of course
My mother is asleep in her bed
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father
With his face pressed against mine, eyes closed, smiling,
He looks as if he loves me
And maybe he does, but I refuse to believe it
He wants a smarter girl
With just enough charm and wit
But knows when to keep her mouth shut
Someone he can be proud of
Someone that hasn’t disappointed
Someone he can control with a look
I never knew
how fast time
could fly.
And as the clock is clicking by,
I’m wondering why,
It has to be this way.
Whatever happened to the day
Tell me,
Tell me how whole we are
An unbroken family unit, no longer bent on space between calls.
Remind me how intimate our ties are
Forged by your flights of anxiety and his fights with insanity.
