If I were insane i’d think it were you standing over me.
but, I am simply not crazy enough.
I can feel your breathing though, it is short and inanimate,
like the ones you hear in those scary movies.
You were never in my life, nope.
but I can still hear, I can still feel your breathing though.
I wake up angry, every time!
it’s 3 a.m and you are here, but never here…bothering me
I say out loud “Daddy, would you let me sleep?”
ugh, you invade my brain like you are a dictator taking over a Country.
You are never there, not once…when I was looking.
but here you are, I can hear you, in my room- breathing.
You died, but I hear you…you’re still breathing.
Why, why must you leave me twice? Don’t you care about me?
But I am no victim, just moody because I am sleepy.
Dad, I still call you that because you did help create me.
You were so mean too, I remember you always yelling at me!
But now, you say nothing
just breaths late in the night, to remind me
that you, are gone and I can only see you in my dreams, or when I am awake
and the rest of the world is sleeping.
Guess you can’t rest in peace either.