Phather Phantasm

Phather Phantasm

 

Half-seen in my half-stare,

half-believing you are there.

 

Faded memories and faded thoughts-

raindrops falling on sun-seared rock,

quickly come and quickly part.

 

I was eleven when you did not die,

you took your leave, never saying goodbye.

 

And I, the fool, follow the fool

walking barefoot on broken glass,

and tread upon the blood-stained shards,

waiting to wound me ere I pass.