Caroline Youngless Poet Free verse

Lost Photograph- 1

This is my goofy dad.
We're best friends now.
My smoothie cup in his pocket
gives it all away 
in this photograph.

My dad was always fun,
always encouraging me to do good,
listening to music with me,
even taking me on late night trips
to Wal*Mart.
But that was then.
For sixteen years he was always there,
even when it was just to
stick his tongue out 
for a picture in my collage.

I remember feeling insanely happy
that night because 
I was with my dad at the festival.
What I didn't know was that 
in a couple of years
everything would change.

I'm lucky to even be able 
to contact my dad now.
He chose to leave me
so he could make a new best friend.
I wasn't good enough anymore.

-Caroline Youngless

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