In all honesty
I forgot I had
a
               dad.

In the early morning hours,
She's tucked in.
Wide awake and dreaming,
Of some place she hasn't been.

In the early morning hours,
She'll count sheep.
Too many thoughts and people,
To distract her from her sleep.

In the early morning hours,
She will sigh.
Questioning existence,
And the never ending 'why.'

He fell in my arms.
Not in love, but fast asleep.
I fell the former.

5 o'clock in the morning,
We're half asleep on the floor.
A conversation that makes no sense,
But to me it might mean more.

Whenever it was painful,
Whenever I was away,
I'd miss you,
And I miss you.