I Don’t Talk To God
Hey dad
How are you?
Oh me? nothing new.
Why am I crying?
Don’t worry, I’m fine.
Don’t try to wipe them daddy, it’s okay, you’re so kind...
I should talk to you more, but I don’t know how
And I don’t wanna ask god because my pride doesn’t allow....wow.
I’m not a good person, I know.
Despite my longing to reconnect I’ll never let that show.
You know, I miss you.
I don’t say it often because I have a lot to do.
I miss your smile and
The chocolate wrappers you left beside your chair in a pile....
It would be a long day at work,
And you plop down in front of the TV
Rolling balls of foil while watching channel 3
I still find Hershey Kisses embedded in my memories!
I should talk to you more, but I don’t wanna reveal
The already raw heart that’s too broken to heal...or feel.
I’m not a stable person, it shows.
Ever since you left, everything has gotten harder, you know?
You see, I miss you.
I don’t say it often ‘cause I was hoping you knew.
I miss the ground coffee beans,
And the stories before presents in front of the Christmas tree....
It would be a long day at work,
But you plop down in your chair
And read A Christmas Story as if the evil of the world wasn’t there
I still find dog-eared pages throughout the tangles of my hair!
It isn’t fair.
Despite everything going on
I still have to recognize you’re not there.
Hey dad
How are you?
Oh me? I miss you...
Why am I crying?
Don’t worry, I’m fine.
Despite everything that’s happened you’re still by my side...