R.I.P. Daddy

He's dead as we knew him...

We blamed you,
like a beggar blames
the world.
For the "Screech"
of our hearts,
breaking in two.

But we were wrong.

You slipped away,
like the stream
over rounded rocks.
The wind whispered
our pain, and rain
clouded our thoughts.

But it's our fault too.

If we would have reached
out, and latched on to
your faded gray shirt...
you'd still be with us.
Smiling. Living.
Not hurting us.

Because you were too strong.

You thought you could do it,
without our helping hands.
So now you've failed.
Your parents hurt you, in more
ways than one. You tried to prove
them wrong... Tried.

So everywhere you turn...

You're reminded of how you failed.
No.
You're reminded of how WE failed.

How WE let you go, and didn't make you talk.
How WE didn't listen when your heart had
something to say.
WE didn't care enough to dig into your past,
unlocking the grotesque memories and
emotions you've locked away...

So now,
we pay.

We've lost you, Daddy.
Your heart still beats, but we
no longer know it.

You're not here,
nor there...
We can't find your love anywhere.

So you sit and await,
your judgement day.
Refusing our helping hands,
and alone you stand.

Alone you shall fall.

R.I.P. Daddy.
I love you more than
you will ever know