Yalena

Can still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, wondering what's wrong, happy we're not scarred, or left forlorn. keys turn on the car, have to switch off, looking war-torn, he broke us lot, stamping his cigarette tar, anger like lightning born, his ashes fall like stars, right from the start, he pushed his own cart, unsure about his heart, we can’t find that chart, my son knows the score', how far it's gone, trips to the market yard, old shirts he’s worn, drink tore him apart, love has no form