Do you ever wonder? Does your mind ever drift towards mine in the
darkness of the night? Do you ever think about what it would've been
like to watch us grow up? To watch us change and mature, take wing like
silken butterflies on a summer breeze?
Or do you just lie on your bed in your cell, listening to your cellmate masturbate and wonder how you ended up where you are now?
Does it suck knowing that you have two children all grown up somewhere, you don't even know where? Do you ever wish that you were here, or do you just pretend that we don't exist? Believe it or not, we do exist.
Do you still care? Did you even care to begin with?
I wonder. My mind often drifts toward wherever yours may reside, drifting over endless seas of darkness and time. I try not to think about what it would've been like to have a father to be there for me. And now, we are adults, unlike those butterflies because we have no wings with which to fly. I can't stand to think about you some days, it's like watching a bloody sunrise and wishing the dead back to life.
It sucks knowing that you never got to watch us grow up, that you don't even know where we are right now. It sucks because we don't know where you are either. I wish you were here, I can't deny your existence no matter how hard I try.
I still care. I have always cared. I miss You.
Or do you just lie on your bed in your cell, listening to your cellmate masturbate and wonder how you ended up where you are now?
Does it suck knowing that you have two children all grown up somewhere, you don't even know where? Do you ever wish that you were here, or do you just pretend that we don't exist? Believe it or not, we do exist.
Do you still care? Did you even care to begin with?
I wonder. My mind often drifts toward wherever yours may reside, drifting over endless seas of darkness and time. I try not to think about what it would've been like to have a father to be there for me. And now, we are adults, unlike those butterflies because we have no wings with which to fly. I can't stand to think about you some days, it's like watching a bloody sunrise and wishing the dead back to life.
It sucks knowing that you never got to watch us grow up, that you don't even know where we are right now. It sucks because we don't know where you are either. I wish you were here, I can't deny your existence no matter how hard I try.
I still care. I have always cared. I miss You.
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