A Face Forgotten

My father is not in sight once again. That's not a surprise once fall begins. The air begins to cool, and the sports begin their rituals. But in the stands I see not the father that which is mine; for he is elsewhere, in his own state of mind. The ground starts to freeze, and it's time for the snow and lights; where I once again do not see a face. A face I've almost forgotten is no where in sight. The birds begin to chrip, and the sun shines so bright. I don't waste my time looking, searching for that familiar face I've long forgotten. When at last he's there, I care the least.