The last time I was here I had somebody very special with me. A love of my life; somebody to share the warmth of my bed. Somebody I intended to marry.
This time it is only me (and my dog); Peaches Mughee, little bit of rhyme action there for you good folks.
It’s lonely. I miss being able to show up at home feeling whole; with my parents welcoming a new family member into their domain. This time I can’t help but feel a little empty rolling across the stone driveway. It’s only me, but you already knew that.
Hello, from a darker side. Hello, from your long lost son come to greet you once again; but this time with tales of truth and not fonder.
I understand it’s late, and you have a lot to think about; but I want you to know that this isn’t your fault. You seem to carry the weight of my decisions upon your shoudlers; but my decisions aren’t your burden. I wish you could see this.
You did the best that you could and that’s all that’s ever asked of a parent.
I’m sorry that my decisions have caused you so much pain. I want to say happy Father’s Day, but I don’t think it’s appropriate with these circumstances.
Regardless, you are the man that I desire to be each and every day, I hope that that is enough. Happy Fathers Day.