Hailey

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, long time seems so far, happy he's not scarred, by what went before, when he raised the bar, he's like a newborn, a fallen bright star, I turn the car key off, like he's left the ark doesn't know what's gone, he can’t find a chart, his face looks war-torn, worries about my Ma, he’s not even sure, so tell me the part', where we get starved, on trips to the park, the new shirt scorned, things fall apart, life has no form,. Love is the art.