Familiar Poem of a Loser

Familiar Poem of a Loser

In between the words I spoke, there was no understanding

Abstruse and vacant with thought

My Father was more lost than I

With idioms and clichés, my words were never articulate

I explained my point, rambling, blatantly stupid

He listened intently, even though he was perplexed

Paul McCartney singing “Let It Be” so apropos to my life.

“Are you listening?” fearing no response

“Yeah, I just called to hear your voice,” he says so quietly

With the miles between us, I still remember how I rode on his shoulders as a child

Now the endless miles and minutes riding between us

“Okay…You’re so weird!”

Was the high school expression,

He habitually comfort with, “You’ll never know how much I love you.”

It was truth, but yeah, still sarcastic.

“Yeah, okay Dad and everything will be alright. Huh?”

Such a cynic, only memories etched into mind’s eye

Years of memories

Pictures on barren walls of heart and DNA

Wanting to catch the next train,

Years of bliss, climbing the trees like a boy,

Softball, and prior to the mundane efforts of conversation.

“I don’t want to grow up,” so pensively stated in my mind.

He knew, clairvoyantly

“I remember how I use to take you to school,” he trailed off into nostalgia

“I miss the times we would argue over who was better Dylan or Marley.”

“I’m an adult NOW!” I said so raspy in voice, “Let’s not dwell in the past.”

Forward momentum, nothing of the past.

I tried to be strong for my family, my honor, and myself.

The phone was filled with silence.

The void ever so broad it would engulf my father and I.

Suddenly, lost was the connection.

McCartney trailing off in the background.

As rain dropping on a windowsill, the seconds slowly dropping quicker in pace

Waiting for the umbrella of hope -another call of love.

This is a poem I wrote in English class, while I should have been taking notes, my Junior year of high school.