Two Hearts, One Family
The door slammed shut between us,
words we hurled still echo,
your empty chair haunts dinner,
I replay that night alone,
pride kept both our voices silent.
I remember your hands teaching mine
how to tie my shoelace,
you carried me on tired shoulders,
now I carry this silence,
missing the man who raised me.
Sundays once meant your laughter,
now they mean an empty phone,
I dial your number then hesitate,
sorry feels too small now,
but I am ready finally.
Come back Dad, I am waiting,
let us rebuild what we broke,
your son still needs his father,
two hearts too stubborn to bend,
let's be one family again.
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