Who Are You?

May 11, 2011
By Anonymous

All Done

I don’t know who you are
but you call once a week
the other end of the phone
silent, full of awkward pauses
soohs and sighs.

I got another flat tire
There’s a crisis at work.
I didn’t mean to be late
to your graduation.
Shoot, your birthday was yesterday?
I’m tired of the attempted excuses.

Suddenly the tide changes
18 years, and now you want to be more
than a voice coming through the phone
than one hour every Wednesday.
...if you remember
I’m tired of sitting at the table alone

so you want to be a father?
Well it’s too late
I’m all grown up and
you missed it all.
The sad part is,
it happened right under your nose.

You aren’t ready to
hear what I have to say.
So we fight.
“You’re just like your mother”
Thank you.
It’s the
only thing you
got right

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