You finally left our perfect family.
You packed your brown suitcase.
You said goodbye to our house of 5 years.
You drove that Cleatus down the road without looking back.
And where are you now?
With that girlfriend who lives in Minnesota.
You drove away all the way to Minnesota to go live with her.
You’re with her kids while you left your own one back here.
Why them and not me?

That’s a question I ask myself everyday.

Was it my quiet self?
Or my avoidance of the hard stuff?
Could it have been I said I love you too often?
Or was it the fact I loved you with all my heart?

To this day I still don’t know why you left, but I have a guess.

It was for the girlfriend.
The family you’ve always wanted.
The one you didn’t get with me.
It was the fact you had an excuse to run away.

Well thank you for running away, I found myself.

My love for poetry
For books, for art.
I found my feelings, and I found my heart.
I found out I’m male, and found out I love my family.
I found out more than I’ll ever admit to you.

To this day, you still live there.

In Minnesota, in hell.
With my two “siblings”
Siblings enough where we can fight
But not enough where we can call each other a family.

Well dad I have a question.
What is a family?
Is it blood to you?
Or is it living under the same roof?

To this day I will never know.

Good-bye dad.
Goodbye house.
Good-bye farm.
Good-bye siblings.