The One

He was the one

Who’s hand I always held

The one who picked me up

Every time I fell

The one who taught me

How to ride a bike

And also taught me

Wrong from right

As I got older

Everything started going wrong

I kept waiting for apologies

But the time just prolonged

Always making excuses

And never being there for me

It seemed like there was always

Something he loved over me

Enjoying his life

At the expense of mine

He slowly stopped being

My father overtime

Lauren Davis

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