I left my father lying there
unable to look him in the eye;
I was his only living child,
but I never flew back to say goodbye.
My absence tore apart my heart.
I couldn’t face a hotel room,
no house, no friends, no family,
in the town I once called home.
I remembered my dad for a little while,
but then his face just fled.
Now I seek his smile in this photo,
but his eyes fill me with dread.
No life, no light, no focus,
nothing that I recall;
I look at him quite helplessly:
but he can’t see me at all.