I was lucky you passed me by.
I wasn’t your type.

Wasn’t the one to give
you the evil gleam in your eye.

No.

your mind was on gentler prey.

Innocent, younger, easier;
I may have spoken out.

I talked a lot.

you crept in the dark,
the monster I knew only in daylight;
not so lucky another.

Silently, stealthily stealing
along the landing in the night.

Did she know you were missing?

A half empty bed;
white sheets reflecting
the pallid moonlight.

Shivers here,
sobs there.

The chill of the night
no match
for your cold, black heart.

 

An old poem from me today for Poets United Poetry Pantry #257.

For all of you blessed with great fathers, enjoy your day. 🙂

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