Dad. Poem by Jai Quinn

Through the depths of my being
A piece of you is found
Across the oceans of your fleeing
My king no longer crowned.

The throbbing of my hurt commences
Oh how I forgot your senses
Your smell, your touch, your lust.
Your a piece of metal
Bound to rust.

Oh how I miss it.
You and me
But me can only sit
Wonder what.
Our love was once free.

Treason from the start
The turbulence of my heart
has the ability to shatter
And shower a clatter
Of my single tear.

Did you even care -
From the start?
Will you be there?
From the depths -
Of my own heart?