Ghost Dad

memories....
there are good...
there are bad...
and there are these....
ghost memories..
memories from a time so pure and long ago, you dont even know if its real any more..
its quite sad really..
He used to care, but not so much any more i guess..
these are the memories i have of him..
theyre not much, but ill share them with you anyway..
i remember him getting me my 1st bike..
teaching me how to ride it..
i remember the one and only father daughter dance..
teaching me how to slow dance i remember watchin movies and eating popcorn in the den..
teaching me about how sports work...
i remember the fun time at the miniature golf place...
i remember feeling like daddys girl...
i also remember you never called me..
you never wrote to me..
you never said ’i love you’ and meant it on the phone..
you never paid for a plane ticket for me to come see you..
you never paid HALF of a plane ticket so you could see me..
you never stood up up your cunt wife that was verbally abusive to me when i didnt know any better..
You never sent me anything until my mom took you to court and made you pay $18/wk child support, for only 2 1/2 yrs...
i remember time going by....
and by...
i remember you spending holidays and birthdays with HER 2 daughters...
i remember you flying out to see them...
i remember you moving out of state, and having to track you down because you never gave me your number...
..and i remember calling you last year for Christmas, only to hear the laughter of HER and her 2 daughters in your happy, fulfilled life...
i remember in that call, you called me the wrong name...
Did i even know you at all??
Were you even real??
WHO ARE YOU??