Father and I

I keep the TV set

Turned on

In Your room

And I am let

To live on

Thinking You're alive.

When I feel

A little ill

I close my eyes

And kill

What's real

That's how I heal.

I sink deep

Into the memories

There you keep

Your warm hands

On my forehead

And place the pillow

Softly under my head.

You sit beside me

Talking sweetly

And I smile

Smile so happily...