Daddy It Hurts

Sometimes, when it hurts too much, When my cheeks are moist to the touch, When all that hurt buried deep inside Leaps at me like the tide I press it down with glue, extra strong Wrap bundles of tape around it, miles long This I do, as I do best; But sorrow isn’t solid but a cloud of gas. It drowns out all the laughter, the happy parts, All that filters through are the sobs from my heart. It blinds me to all but a dreary grey, All the vibrant colors slipped away. So I prescribe myself to go through the day, laugh my laugh, Until it sounds like the one from my happier half And push the hurt to the back of my mind Until the inevitable next time, an encounter most unkind. Daddy I hate forgetting, I hate doing this to you But Daddy it’s the only thing I can think of to do.