Deja Vu

Take care of yourself
was the last thing you said.
You hung up, leaving questions,
unanswered in my head.
First, you asked where SHE was,
and if she had a date,
or was she at the money dungeon,
and would she be there late?
Then you asked me how school was going,
and broke off, you had to go.
You interrogated me,
and I told you what you wanted to know.
I still had many questions for you,
but you didn't give me time.
I guess i'm not allowed to ask,
you act like its a crime.
But if i had the chance to question,
this is what i'd say:
"So, what? You have a new girlfriend now?"
or
"Did you have a nice Valentine's Day?"
or
"How come we never talk anymore?"
or
"Why don't you stop by my work?"
or
"I thought you were going to be my dad.
Am i the only one who's hurt?
Or what? Are you forgetting about me?
Am i not worth your time?
I didn't want you out of my life,
and i'm trying!
I'm really trying.."
So, i guess i'm officially fatherless again.
As i sit here by myself,
i think about the last words you said,
you remind me of somebody else..
Like someone who didn't want me before,
maybe in a past life..
Oh, wait. That life was my childhood,
and it cuts just like a knife.
And now you're gone--just like him,
and still, i did nothing to you.
You walked away,
just like he did.
Its just like deja-vu.