Did I ever do anything wrong to you?
Did I ever say anything out of order?
No really I would love to know this,
The whole in my heart is getting deeper.
I thought that fathers are supposed to be there,
For hisyoungest daughter and his oldest son,
I thought that I was supposed to go to you with things,
Sitting in a park, on a wooden bench under the sun.
"Dad, I feel like you aren't there for me anymore,
I want you to call me everyday or send me a text,
I need you to be my father and stand up for me,
I hope that I am on your list and that I am next."
The sun feeling absent; hides behind the puffy clouds,
Birds flying unusually fast; scared of the conversation,
One single any crawling up from my shoe to my knee,
My eyes closed but crying out tears- puffy and swollen.
