Three years now gone by since the day that you left us. Still no flowers at your headstone, call it swift and sober justice. I used to think you cared about your own flesh and blood, but the line became blurred. You were clearly never capable of love.
I sat and watched by the window for the day that you'd return, like a knight in shining armor. I just hoped you could be stronger.
And I recall..
The rain kept falling, the taillights dimmed, I should have known, you'd never come home
I never felt so alone, as I walked along the same road that turned my heart to stone. Now my baby brother is just a sad reminder of the promises to my mother and I that you couldn't keep.
I sat and watched by the window, for the day that you'd return, but I should have known you'd never come home.
Oh, Father.. Oh, Father!
You'll never be the one to pick me up, or teach me to be a man when times get tough, to tell me you're proud at the end of the day. Sometimes goodbyes are the hardest to say...I never got one.
No flowers at your headstone. No flowers from me. No peace for me.
I hope you Rest In Peace.
I hope you Rest In Peace, while the rest of us piece it together.