I still remember the day you left,
you know.
The same very day
that lies spilled from my mothers lips.
She promised you were at work,
and that you'd be home
when I awakened from my sleep.
But you didn't.
Did you?
I like to think
that you think of me,
That you long to see me again,
and hold me tightly in your arms,
As I do you.
But is it true?
Do you even regret leaving?
The slightest things remind me of you.
One picture, one memory
And there you are.
I may hate what you did,
But I cannot lie
By saying that I don't miss you.
All that missing you
and yet you still haven't come back...
I miss you Dad.
Why can't you come back?
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
