By: L.D. Conner

Concerning my mother and my father,
My mother stayed. My father got farther,
Than I ever thought he’d go,
Was it me? Was it mom?
I just want to know,
Why did you go?

I just want to see you again,
You said you were my father,
And not my friend.
I never thought that our time would end,
But you had different plans at 6 am.

What I’m saying is,
I argue with mom,
I argue with God,
I don’t know what praying is.
Sometimes I don’t feel,
But when I do,
I feel what decaying is.

Sometimes I wonder what would have changed,
If you hadn't gone, if you would have stayed,
I know your addiction would have raged,
All over my twelve-year-old, brain.

Would I have been better off,
With a dad and a mom?