my fingers have forgotten how to hold a pen,
and let worlds flow from my lips
my eyes have forgotten how to open,
they've been closed since you left
my feet have forgotten how to dance,
they patiently wait for you to come back
but my tears have not forgotten how to run
and my lips have not forgotten how to scream out your name when I am alone
and my heart has not forgotten how to love you
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Another night without you,
morning come and you're gone.
Where are you,
in a world filled with hatred and war.
I hope you're somewhere safe,
somewhere much more inviting.
Children with their fathers,
hand in hand,
laughing until they can laugh no more.
And I sit alone,
quietly watching them with the fear
that I will never see my daddy again.
I've cried all my tears,
I haven't laughed for the whole year.
There's not a day I don't think about you,
or a day I don't miss you.
Maybe, someday,
we will meet again.
In an afterlife
with so much more joy than this one.
But I hope you'll recognize the broken girl I've become,
with scarred wrists and teared eyes.
I'm not the happy child I was when you left,
I'm something much darker.
It's not a happy Father's Day for the fatherless.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC