I watched you walk across
the stage this afternoon
Knowing I’d nothing –
Nothing, to do with it.
I stood in the far back –
out of the way today
And just retreated,
retreated…
when you were handed
your high school diploma.
I wish I knew how
To tell you I love you.
I wrote you this poem
As I thought it was a start.
I’ve browsed your Facebook posts
Though I am not your friend
Your first homecoming,
Prom night, first date
Your broken arm,
and staying out late.
I wish I knew how
To show you I love you.
I wrote you this poem
As I thought it might be a start.
Some men God made a dad.
I’m sorry I’m not that man.
That’s why I went away
Let you grow on without me.
Don’t think I don’t love you.
Don’t think I don’t miss you.
Don’t think my heart’s not broken,
Destroyed and beyond repair
…
I wish I knew how
To tell you I love you.
I wrote you this poem
As I think it is a start.
Compiling God's Code 