See there is a man in my life whom I’m supposed to call my father, who has always been in my life physically yet never there mentally. Who is just a figure I walk past everyday the person who was supposed to be my hero but instead is the villain, the person who once filled my life with laughter and love, the person who was supposed to be my first “love” instantly became my first heartbreak. The person who was supposed to heal me now is the person I’m healing from, A father’s love, now lost in this maze.Now I stand here, heartbroken, gone mentally, yet somehow physically you. So I hold your hand, with a picture perfect smile, knowing that this ache in my heart is going to stay with me until the day I die, I’m just want to understand why he would leave without saying goodbye. A father’s presence, a memory in me.