I roll down the window in the back seat. The wind feels so cool on my skin. I sing softly so no one else can hear me. I try to hide the mood that I am in.
I stare blankly out the window from the back seat. Scenery blurs as the tears fill my eyes. I cry softly so no one else can hear me. I hide my sadness and my laughter feels like lies.
The wind through the window in the back seat, it helps me quickly dry my tears. I whisper softly so no one else can hear me. Give me strength Lord and always keep me near.
I roll up the window in the back seat. We're home the day is finally done. My sister whispers no one hears except me. I missed him too, you weren't the only one.
This was written last year on my birthday. I spent the day missing my dad so much and trying not to show it. As the poem states, I wasn't the only one that missed him.