Families Are A Lost Art

I spent a day trying to learn how to be a daughter again.
I attempted small talk over hours that I usually sleep
with a man I have compared to any boy who tried to measure up.

The man who keeps leaving is talking about Florida
and I should not be too surprised that he wants to escape again
but for today, he is mine-

and just like that, I am five years old
in the front seat of a car that will be mine once I grow up again,
watching my Daddy drive with both hands on the wheel

and I could see his desperation to abandon once again-
I know that I will follow
because I didn't realize how much he was missed until he came home.