Six months later…
We were never close
And never will be
We fought, disagreed, and competed
Clashing against each other
I raced to show that I was better
Driving hard and climbing far
Not happy, not enjoying, just proving
Blindly going as far as I could
So I quickly passed the marks
And looking back felt empty
Unfulfilled, without purpose, and petty
I reached your goals not mine
I wanted to shove it in your face
But when I looked you changed
No longer angry, fearful, and oppressive
Now sad and remorseful
Peace developed between us
I wasn’t mad at the man you became
I forgave, let go, and moved forward
Not friends, but caring about each other
I stand by my mom
And look at the stone that marks you
Hoping I can find the happiness, peace, and self-love
That always eluded you
Poem's background: My father passed away a couple weeks before Christmas. I just got back from Florida after visiting my mom for the first time after helping her get everything in order and disposed of over the Christmas holiday. Before I left yesterday, we went to the cemetary where his ashes are buried. We didn't have the best relationship when I was growing up. But we made peace with each other, and there was nothing let unsaid between us when he suddenly passed away.
Drake