Exploring presence through the past
There was no “when I’m gone” because he always believed he was present. He said he was there. But I didn’t see him. I made sure not to miss his white car drive along our street. I barely moved when he said he was on his way because I believed him. I didn’t know what he meant by "soon", so I waited until soon came. Sometimes it meant 2 hours, 5 hours or most likely next weekend. Each second week spent with Daddy "soon" was redefined. Despite the inconsistencies of this cycle, I sat there waiting.
This is for Daddy