Your love was all I wanted.
Your approval.
To hear “ Im proud of you son “
To be raised by you.
I wanted to come home and run to your arms.
And to work in the garage with you.
I wanted you to teach me to drive my first car.
And how to shave.
And help me with homework at the kitchen table.
For so long I dreamed of having that.
Dreamed of having the father you should have been.
I wanted it for so long.
But now I don’t feel it at all.
I needed a father I didn’t get.
And now that you’re back I don’t need you.
You’re too late.
Too late to be my dad.
Too late to show you’re proud.
Too late for love.