i wasn't there

i was 5,000 miles away from him in the comforts

of my home

while, he lived in a bungalow settled in the countryside

but, when my father died

and the word caught onto me 

everything came crumbling down on me

i felt the four walls of my house crackling

and my heart shattering

everything was breaking

and when my father died

when my father died

i packed my bags 

and bought a ticket

without any thought

i was out

when my father died

i arrived in my father's home

and then, i sobbed

i sobbed for my dad

i sobbed for me

i sobbed because, i couldn't even be there in my father's last moments

when my father died

i died as well

- hot pot writer