The Greet

Eyes open and focused

Blinking frequently at the start of a notice

A hardening greet, starting with a turn of a knob

Hands too tense, feels of fingertips throbbing

anticipating, what's next

A hello? A sigh?

A day to show you've missed me all this time?

Or a hug for relief, releasing the pain of kid

formed from a "man"

Whom once said "I'll always be there, when you're growing up

I'll be there to wipe off the tears

then help you understand, how it is to grow up."

If only..... he got a chance to say it

Since he's always too busy, to comprehend that

I've began to lose my sanity

thinking just to clarify, that it's all bad

You aren't even really busy

You chose to terrorize all those feelings

I couldn't dare to lose

but, you ignored me so many times

just to become a man who only understands

that a deadbeat DAD, WILL NEVER STAND

at the fact, the oldest is raising his own kids

Teaching them all about

being a man you could've been

Raising these magnificent kids

So as I wait for the turn of the knob

My mind flicks, into variations of how it could go

As expected, I should wait

and contemplate with a stranger

A conversation, forget it

I can question this or that

Not even a subtle feel that I'll complete that favor

So, as the doorknob slowly turns to a click

I stand up, taking a deep breath in

and confidently exhale out

"Goodbye."