And now I tighten the tie you tied
Around your neck for me.
The last time you tied it you told me
How your father taught you to tie a
Tie, but you could only ever tie it onto
Yourself first.
And how that- my dear- was the
Second best thing he ever did for you.
His death was the first.
“Oh my dearest father loved this song” you
Said- but was he anything dear to you?
And now I sit in the corner- repeating
To myself- did I do something wrong?
Mar 3, 2023
Mar 3, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
And now I tighten the tie you tied
Around your neck for me.
The last time you tied it you told me
How your father taught you to tie a
Tie, but you could only ever tie it onto
Yourself first.
And how that- my dear- was the
Second best thing he ever did for you.
His death was the first.
“Oh my dearest father loved this song” you
Said- but was he anything dear to you?
And now I sit in the corner- repeating
To myself- did I do something wrong?
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