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He needed to reach out
yet I was distant somewhat removed
I couldn’t empathise
connect nor remove
myself from my own thoughts
to engage at one with him
perhaps I was selfish
alone within my swim

Upon reflection I was young
immature at best
his need for me unnoticed
by my solitary quest
to build a wall around me
to fence myself deep in
give me my time over
speak to me again

I’m here for you my father
trade me now for then