Father Figure

Father Figure
by dan ankers

The sun threatens damage while
my pillow speaks in considerate whispers
Both call to me in separate languages
 Both have their own concerns

Out of necessity
I walk out with my abusive neighbor, the day
Though I love, profusely
That beloved stranger, darkness

We play cards
And don’t speak
Nothing is expected of me
I am accepted, as I be
This is heavenly

And if we do speak
he wants to know about me
More about what I think.
Now, that’s what I call a friend

Day, on the other hand
Questions my motives
and never lets me get a word in
And has an agonizing concern with
my overall purpose

I suppose I should be thankful
but we never thank the ones we love
The ones we rely on
before it’s too late