I look through the glass panel
While you swing yourself on the balcony
I can tell you’ve been crying
Coffee for solace, life escaping you in every exhale
This daughter is a mess, a heart of gold numb by memories
Just let him be, let him swing and feed the cat, let him cry, and curse God.
Love left this house long ago, that heart, solid rock.
The sisters comfort you, but they don’t know, what you’re thinking, feeling,
that the heart is stone, they don’t  know what I know, that you hate us, love left long ago.
I pray for you, while they drug you, the words unintelligible and full of anger.
You used to dry my wet hair, daddy,  the fondest memory I have of you.
But now you’re bitter and you won’t look me in the eye.
And I’m sorry I am giving up, happy father’s day,
I am through.