He asks me How I slept
I say fine.
He asks me if I am ready for the day
I say yes.
He asks me how my breakfast was
I say good.
He walks away in his gray sweatshirt
that I bought him for Christmas.
He comes home from work
Asks me how my day was
I say good
He asks me what happened at school
I say nothing
He asks me how work was
I say okay
He goes to do his sudoku
and I go upstairs.
I remember the father daughter dance
I'd wear my best dress,
my dad his best suit
we never left the dance floor.
I remember our special kiss
before I went to bed.
I remember asking him to leave pictures
underneath my pillow.
I remember playing outside with him
and making him lift me by the elbows.
my elbows are scraped now
the dress I wore is torn
my lips are chapped and dried
and the pictures are long time gone
and for now the dance floor is empty
but someday we will be back
I in my dress
him in is suit
no matter how long we sit it out
he will always be my dad.