Silence

Your silence thunders in my ears echoeing like a thousand empty caves. Memories of my childhood come flooding back stabbing at my heart with their pointy barbs. Loving a child is a blessing not a bother, When I was 3, I called you my father. Now here all these years later, I'm still hurt and heartbroken, Those 3 little words matter! They aren't just a token. I still want to hear them but I'll say they don't matter... Your heart is empty so you can't answer. But I'll still love you because I call you my father.