I heard today that my father has died.
No one had bothered to tell me…
My six sisters and two brothers thought better
better that I stay away from the sadness I do not feel
better that I do not see the man I could not love
the man who I had wished would live for a thousand years
so that each lonely night he would suffer his demons
awakening every new day in fear of the nightmares to come
but now he is dead…
my life is the same
the pain I have known still exists
I received no excuses or reasons, not even a sorry
I did ponder on the sadness it will bring to others
I even pondered the idea that I must be saddened also?
But I was not,
am not,
will never be,
and it is this thought that truly saddens me.
