"If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
Cuz there's a little bit of something  (in) me
In everything in you"

Matchbox Twenty

 

I lay in bed sleepless for a long while

listened to the whistling of the wild wind

thought about creatures outside

abandoned in the cold

how can anyone turn them out?

and yet they do

then I finally gave up

came downstairs to write

turned on the heater

full blast

driving out the pain

sitting beside

Lily the cat

why can't I sleep?

what's stirring

in my soul?

I think about my dream

last night, my dad

came back from the grave

dressed in a suit, still remote

I have missed him

I still want to

break down our barrier

but he is downstairs

like me right now, letting go

writing to you, releasing the poison

of the pain, and digging deep

there was a child

in the dream violated

in some way

but I am not to blame

neither is my dad, sad but true

we only learn

from our mistakes

we only learn by looking back

and facing the truth

as long as we're alive

it's possible to change

I know that's true

and somehow inside

I want to rescue

my dad, pull him close

to me, hear him speak

once again

through the poetry

that I write

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