| Have you ever loved someone so much, yet you didn't know why? They ignored you, hurt you, broke your heart on more than one occasion, yet you pursued them still. You wouldn’t except that maybe they didn't care about you. That just maybe they couldn’t care less if they never saw you again. Well what if that someone was your father? Would you hurt? Would you pine as I do? Would you except the phony excuses and lies? Would you wait hours on end hoping, wishing for a phone call. Some sign of remorse in his voice when you heard him apologize. Or would you fight it? Could you tell him how you feel? Would you cry or sigh? Yell maybe, scream. What if it didn't help? What if it only pushed him father away? Why should I waste my tears on someone who doesn’t know they come? Why should I waste my wishes, wishing I could change him…when I cant? Because he’s dad that’s why. Because he should have been holding my hand when I learned how to ride a bike. But he wasn’t. He was never there when I needed him most. He was never holding my hand, and I guess he never will. Maybe its just time I accepted that. |