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Moving On
I remember being three,
the development of my conscience was lacking adequately.
A charming, handsome, caring man;
Arthur is his name. He’s My father.
He was the type of man to give fun piggy back rides
and if a sight is very vague,
I'd be on top of his shoulders looking down on the world.
A type of man that shows how to ride a bike or brush teeth.
or drink with certainty that I'll become a man.
But with my foolish young mind,
I thought I'm drinking a man’s beverage.
Simply a mirage suddenly changing into apple juice.
He was a good man, loving, caring, respectful man......
Where did it go?
Why did he leave?
Throughout my years
Even now at seventeen,
I yearn for that special love
I cannot share with anyone else
The Love of a father.
“Are you ever Coming back?”
There’s an emptiness,
a missing piece inside my heart.
But I must begin the journey
Of moving on.
I have to forget,
Allow my heart to heal.
For you have a new life, a new family.
The past is over.
It’s time to look to the future,
A future you will not see.
You will not be by my side to stroll,
Offer me advice on the challenges I will face.
But I can say I am proud of myself.
Proud of being successful and having a wonderful life.
Still…
I often wonder
How my life would have been different if you were in it.
I love my family, my friends,
But there’s still that missing piece.
All it would take is a phone call, a letter,
To let me know you still care.
I suppose I am not the only one moving on.
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