I use to see him twice a month,
then he stopped showing up.
I still sat waiting on on the stairs,
hoping to spot his car pull into the drive.
Weeks turned into months,
and months in to years.
Maybe he had to work,
Maybe he forgot.
Maybe he was too busy,
Maybe ....
Six years pass,
and still no sign of him.
I wrote a letter,
but no reply came.
One day I got the courage,
and I showed up at his work.
He didn't say much,
nor did he look hurt.
I went home that day,
tears in my eyes.
Now I'm seventeen and he comes when he's called.
But I don't want a robot,
I want my dad.
I want to be daddy's little girl once again.
