You ran and opened the door when I knocked; Seeing me was a pleasant shock, Now I open the door, and there’s no one to talk; And your thoughts come pouring, which I just can’t block.
I remember you face with that mischievous smile; Your never ending questions: which made me rile, Now I sit and stare at the empty aisle; While in my barren heart, your thoughts compile.
I wonder what made me leave you and go; Aren’t you more precious than my own ego? Seeking answers my time does slowly flow; But the void you left makes me feel hollow.
Fathers are heartless; is what people say; But I feel this pain in every way, Wish I hear again that laughter someday; With all my heart I can only pray.