To the one I use to call father,

Dear dad,
You remember those days when we would go for walks alone?
The times when you would say don't worry and it will all be over soon?
I would never have to shed another tear. You promised me. You looked me in the eye and promised me.
"Every little thing is going to be alright."
You were the Marely in disguise convincing me
"Don't worry about a thing"
But after the years of your absence my conscience decided to let you go.
You were the stringless kite that I couldn't keep in my hands.
And our relationship was headed off the cliff, to the end.

But
Dear dad,
Are you still listening?
See, that wasn't the end.
You came back after you got out jail.
It was like Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid, Yule, Kwanzaa, and Umoja all in one.
You came back, I was so happy,
You came back... But with eyes of greed.
You  tried to buy my love.
You told me "let's go shopping, pick any 3 things you want"
Legos, stickers, and a soda, total, 15 bucks. 
And the next day you were put back into jail for drugs.

Dear dad,
I cannot recall when the damage firstly happened, but these eggshells have broke.
See, I use to step lightly, like the first flake of snow landing upon the front porch of heaven.
And I use to stand at the front door, for hours, patiently waiting for my role model.
But, my tender feet have been standing too long waiting for your arrival.

So Dear dad,
all I have left to say is,
I have given up.
But it is not my business nor my duty to point out like a kindergarten teacher what is good and what is bad.
I do no NOT ask for your forgiveness or your tears.
I ask for space. Because this spaceless black hole you leave me in hurts.
Maybe one day you will understand what it means to be a father.

Dear Mike,
Goodbye