Lights flicker,
All dulled out.
A piece of you hangs from my eyelids;
I cry.

I have missed you for all these years,
An you still cannot call me daughter;
Nor I, you: father.
So I cry.

And as lights fade,
Shadows breath;
Heave, haunt:
Heavily tease; taunt.

And as I cry,
You walk, inch past my world,
Sliding ever so slightly;
Off and away.

And it hurts.
Because I have missed you all these years.
I still cannot call you my father.