Moving On

I stood at the door and watched you leave,

After you promised to come visit every day.

To look back now and see I was so naïve,

For believing you’d stick to what you would say.

Visits were weekly at first, then monthly, then ceased,

Yet I’d sit on the doorstep and wait with hope.

It constantly felt as if your love had been leased,

And what could I do other than cry and mope?

I wanted to resent you, but I couldn’t stop caring,

You’d never been there for me, yet I couldn't let go.

The amount of hours I spent just sitting, staring,

Wishing you, as a father, could change, learn, grow.

But now that I’m older, I’ve found I don’t really care,

Because what were you ever good for?

I don’t want you in my life, don’t come back, don’t you dare-

I’m strong, and I don’t need you anymore.