Father

Not once did i ever see my father tear up. Not once. Never did i see him get emotional. Blue with haze. He was scared. But he never cried. A tear had never once fell from his rosey toned cheeks. Those rosey tones caused by a rush of relaxation. A rush of forgetfulness. Crushed cans. Like his crushed feelings. But never once did he cry. Never once did my father take his glasses off upon his face. Off his bright red nose, caused by the sun that he worked under every day. The crimson sun, hard on these men’s life and back. Never once did i see him rub his eyes. Not because he didn’t care. But because he took care of his emotions. Buried down as far under his stance. Past the ground where he stood tall as a man. Rooted there like a tree that is rooted for life. As the years show my independence. As my growth away from the nest, So far away i may become. Never trying to at all show the blue. Never in front of another eye. Never in front of a sight. Because you are weak. You are so weak. You are so weak if it spills. Never once did my father cry. Never once did i cry. Never once did we not not care. We cared. As the universe crawls into the darkest parts of the world; ?Time never exists, Experiences rather than time. Things always consistently changing and happening for an untold reason. Never once did he cry. Never once did i cry. Never once did we cry, Until tonight. I saw his tear, His chocked up throat. He saw my tears, Hard, hitting the floor. We stood there, Face to face, tear to tear. We cared.