I havn't seen my father in 4 months. I know I have said this before, but I really think that this is where it will all turn around for him. Everything will be normal and happy again, and I will never have to fear that the next weekend I go to see him, that it will not be him that greets me at the door, but a sad, shallow, and quiet explanation. An explanation as to why I will not be seeing my father on the same side of that sheet of glass for a few months. The glass that mocks me and teases me, makes it seem that I could simply reach out to him and give him one last hug before I go home. If only it was that simple, if only I could take his hand and he could lead me back to the car, and drive me home. Where did it all begin? I wish I could remember. Maybe I never knew in the first place...
No comments:
Post a Comment