My father (its not really, never was) in the truck right ahead of me,

driving off, leaving me alone once again.  I hear the voice in my head scream

out in terror and pain.  "Daddy, don't leave me" over and over and

over again, like wheels on the pavement whispering you away to another time and

place.  An adolescent face, serious and intent with pain that never shows, "bye,

daddy."  Strong hands that used to hold us, caressing like a lover, leave

confusion and shame.  A momentary avalanche of images, (heart beats hard, lungs

cry out for air) before now is once again superimposed over all.  Daddy, you

were always leaving, never there when I needed you, and never living up to my

expectations.  I don't mean to judge, I really do know you did your best, but I'm

still hurting.  Don't think things will ever change (hard to see beyond the pain.)