I admit, my love,
that I failed a bit.
It is not something
I like to admit.
The role I failed in
was being a dad.
I was more lazy,
though, then I was bad.
The two little ones
would want me to play,
but I’d be too tired
to give them their way.
It’s almost two weeks
since I saw them last
and that span of time
seems to be so vast.
I’d give anything
to have them both near;
“Daaad…bad guys” are words
that I long to hear.
Or to see Eli
squirm when I get home
is just something that
doesn’t work via phone.
