I have my father. I mean we all do. but I don’t have my him the way other girls have their fathers. I have him very present, he’s just not here. I have him very close, but he’s far away, I keep him on my mind, even though we haven’t spoken, I keep him with me everywhere I go, he’s just not around me.
This is not meant to be a sad poem, or a way to speak of the pain of not having my father. Because I do. I have him, he’s just not with me.