The Absent Dad

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I remember you leaving,

It was a rainy winter’s day,

Six years old I was,

Standing there,

With tears in my eyes,

When you decided to say goodbye.

Watching you go,

My heart began to cry,

Where are you going dad?

I asked,

But got no reply.

You turned around to look at me,

One last time,

Your eyes were full of guilt,

With sadness intertwined.

I screamed out your name,

Five or Six times,

But my voice wasn’t heard,

Beyond the busy streets.

My childhood days

Were never the same again,

I always questioned why you left,

I blamed myself

A million different ways.

There was nothing I could do

Or say,

To make you come back,

Words lost all meaning,

My world was grieving.