He'd died in a car accident, many, a year ago, but I still can't help, but think (feel free to call me, DELUSIONAL!) that he is somewhere, out there (don't ask where), living his life (not on a parallel plane!), as someone else…
Ponders of the father, deceased, I keep him, alive in my mind, because, I can't withstand the fact of me, without my father to guide my way through life, and so, I'd, "made him up", and saved him, inside, that tiny little, box inside my mind, where he would be safe, from harm…
Ponders of the father, deceased, where did you go, huh, dad? Why didn't you come back, why did you have to leave the house to get something that stormy night, that you got, run over by that pickup truck, huh?
like how JFK saluted his own father on his father's funeral...photo from online
Ponders of the father, deceased, well those NAILS had NAILED his coffin shut, you were, at his, funeral, as his, only and eldest son, leading at the head of the, mourners, remember? Little would I know, that I would become, EXACTLY like that father of my own, leaving my own young one day, before they're, old enough, to "exist" without, their dad, just as you'd, left me, way too young……….
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