The Man I Called Dad

I have to go now, he told me. It's for the best, he said. And because he said it, his unwavering word: He's gone. It's for the best, they told me. You'll figure it out, they said. But because they said it, an impossible challenge: I failed. And now, all those years gone; all those days passed by, each going through its daily grind, and I find, that there are only more lies. And the faces that tell them, just smile on by. So if it's for the best, why do I hide? Why couldn't I figure it out, though I tried and tried? And now, only to die, never really having known, the man I called dad.