_{We were a family,} picture perfect, _{easily framed.
Then you left us, me,} for something better,
_{Leaving an empty space,}
A hole in my heart.
_{And Mother got married, and Chris went to college.
And Bruce isn’t too bad, but he doesn’t
Fill the space,}
Or fix the hole.
_{What happened to} “true love lasts”?
_{Or the “I do’s” on the alter?}
They don’t matter,
_{Not to you, or Mother, or even Chris.
But} they matter to me.
_{It seems like} I’m the only person who remembers,
_{When you left us behind to go to “a better place”,
Just to sit there, looking down,
From Heaven,}
At the family you tore apart.

Papa, I still love you…