Sitting in the same chair,
Breathing the same air,
I have been waiting for you.
The phone just beside me,
The mail box closer than ever,
I wait for a word from you.
Everyday I call you,
Just to listen to the same words.
The detached, monotonous tone,
Is as close as I can get to you.
The change in your voice,
Harshly reminds me,
You have changed too.
You are no longer
the girl who wanted a kiss
before leaving for school.
No longer the girl
who had to be held
when hope seemed to be lost.
But I still wait for her,
Here in that same chair,
The phone just beside me,
The mail box closer than ever.
I wait for her,
My daughter, my only love,
In life and in death.
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"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."
-Luna Lovegood
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Waiting for the lost
PoetryIt's a poem about a father waiting for a daughter who might never come back.
