Years spent waiting behind the cracked window.
Waiting.
For the leopard to change his spots.
For the teacup to hold the tidal wave.
For the gates of hell to freeze shut.
For the Sky to fall.
For an addict to care about his son.

And then I tried to stop caring. I really tried.
Hurled in the towel.
Smashed the gong.
Made the Fat Lady scream.
But deep down burnt the embers of hope.

Hope that you'd just forgotten about me.
Hope that you were doing something important.
But you weren’t, were you?
I blamed myself you know.
Thought it was me.
Hated myself for it.
Always have.
I . Was. 8.


Ive found you now though, havent I?
Clever was'nt I?
Off being a naughty boy werent you?
I thought you were dead.
I really ******* did!
Do you know what that did to me?
It kept me awake every night for months.
And it haunted my every ******* waking moment.
But you couldnt even be bother to clarify.
Could you?

Got you now though.
Haven’t I?
I don’t know what I'm going to do.
But I know I'll do what I need to.
To get over you.
For good.
See you soon, Father.
Love, Your Prodigal Son.