Why, Indeed

Why should I come home?  he texts,

There is nothing for me there.

So there’s not: there’s only us,

Only moments we could share.

Only life and only living,

Only taking, resting, giving.

But I know it’s too much bother

So, don’t bother.

Love,

Your Father

Text Message

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

2 thoughts on “Why, Indeed”

  1. This is…so, so great. Only life and only living…man, do I feel guilty for taking my folks for granted time after time. I’m gonna send them this poem – and every time I come up with some silly thoughtless excuse, they should send it to me to knock some sense into me. Thanks muchly for this.

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    1. Thanks for reading and commenting. I certainly feel that way about how I treated my parents.

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