There’s always one
Who gets left behind
It may be,
You, me,
Her or him
As most are -
An empty shell,
A ghost,
An envelope
Lost in the post.

Last ever words were
                  “Whatever happens
                    Please don’t go off
                 with any of my friends”

I never had a dad
But I had a man
who often said
“well done lad!”,
Who only came home
At weekends
To sleep in
A different bed.
My mum who in turn
Got close to her mother
After my father
got up and fled.
I mutter these words
like I still suffer
Oh, how I looked up to him
The big man
The big don
The preacher who tried
But just was a big con
He had a special way
With his uncontrollable eye
For every type of Barbie
To an average looking Cindy.
Yes he is my father
But not my very own dad.

I can do sarcasm
I just can’t deal with it.

You haven’t done it wrong
You’ve just lost your way.

If all I need to do is try
I will never fail