Salty drops of liquid fall
Streaming a path down the rounds of my face
Mixed emotions flutter throughout my heart
Voices in my head
Take the shape of friends&family
Teasing me
Taunting me
Confusion arises
The silence of my father
Delves deep into my soul
Haunting me
Driving me mad
The everlasting moment passes between us
Begging him, urging him to make a move
To take that step into a blossoming friendship
Silence
Death is ever-so forthcoming in the aged
He’ll pass away&leave me the memory
The memory of silence
The language of the deceased
Talk to me, Daddy
