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
Arrow Rock Literary Journal 