To Father

I stand there

In front of my mother

Once again

Hearing that you’re

“Too busy”

To spend time with your son

I stand there

Floating alone

The man i had trusted abandoning me

Walking out of a door in my life

No  bright exit sign

No light through it

Nothing at all actually

Just a stone path

Fraught with pit falls

Ending in a dark stone room

Shut away by iron bars

You were always too busy

Even when i was there

You were still too busy

I wanted that time with you but

You were always too busy

And now that time is gone

Along with you