Wyrmisis

Dad, Your confusion doesn't matter; I earned my "snobby" vocabulary. Dad, Your anger doesn't matter; I understand someone's discomfort. Dad, Your disappointment doesn't matter; I will never be blue-collar. Dad, Your misunderstanding doesn't matter; I prefer not being what you wanted. Dad, Your numbness doesn't matter; I like my deeds not being seen. Dad, Your crudeness doesn't matter; I just won't bring her around you. Dad, Your past doesn't matter; I can't see how I reflect more on you though. Dad, Your resentment doesn't matter; We'll be rid of each other in a few years. Dad, Your menagerie of flaws doesn't matter;

Fresh in Mind With her words fresh in mind, I make for bed, Casting off the day's filth to spend night wrapped In the arms of memory. With her touch fresh in mind, I pull my sheets aside, Climbing onto the sheeted mattress to spend night enveloped In her loving embrace. With her breath fresh in mind, I close my eyes, Clinging to my cotton pillow to spend night In imagined closeness. With her warmth fresh in mind, I begin to dream, Culling my connection to reality to spend night enthralled In a craved contact. With her visage fresh in mind, I awaken abruptly, Called back to consciousness to spend day with her Fresh in mind.