It feels like dying.
I’m here and it feels like dying.
It’s silly how the hours will fly and feel like years when I’m gone.
I have to remember, I’m not the only one.
I see you change, grow, learn and progress.
I watch your cheeky smile, eyes glisten, wink and kiss.
Sometimes just not being in the same room and it’s you I miss.
I’m here and it feels like dying, but I’m not the only one.
I see your fear about the mortgage with your manicured suit and smile on.
I’m not alone, the thought doesn’t please me.
Soldiers of slavery unite against me.
I’d rage against the machine but the alternative’s prison.
There’s something missin.
A closed door to faith in the graveyard of truth.
The death of humanity.
Whatever it is at least I have my own sanity.
Look at me!
Sit up and see!
I’m unimportant, I go to work diligently.
Don’t leave me alone in a place I can’t depart.
Wait! let me start…
My home is that place we call the heart.
Your life I watch at my window frame. In the little snips as it stops, freeze frame by frame.
I want to play a new game.
Where we don’t record moments, we live them daily.
Where I see you grow from baby to lady.
Where I’m at the beach and we go to the zoo.
Where you’re scared of the dark and I’m there scared too!
I want to be the dad you look up to.
The dad that’s also a friend.
I guess I’m selfish.
I don’t want your childhood to end.
I’d play pretend forever in a world of fictional bliss.
It wouldn’t be half as good as a world where we both actually exist.
You’re so lucky in what you have.
You do have the best mum and dad.
So sometimes when those tears of joy make you mad, don’t be sad.
I love you,
© G.P Williamson 2018