– ophelia –

Ophelia… I feel for you, ’cause

maybe Papa doesn’t care the way he should.

If he did, you’d be more than a blip, on the

radar of each convo we had after so long.

Ophelia… tell me it’s true, that

Dad wants to spend his final hours with you.

If it were so, you’d be more than a small note in each

talk on the phone – tell me what’s goin’ on.

~

Years and years, you’ve stood by his side.

Fears and fears, I fret in the night.

Tears and tears – so jealous, I cried. Now

clear just ain’t clear, so tell me why…

~

Ophelia, what can I do, to

be a proper stepson and mind my beeswax too?

Ophelia… please hear me now.

Ophelia… Ophelia.

~
~
D.J. Whisenant

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