Back when I was a child, I always dreamed of you, loving me.
I always dreamed of different kinds of scenarios where each moment is filled with glee.
I dreamed of being with you, with you by my side.
But that was just a dream that has died.
Back when I was a child, I always dreamed of you, holding my hand.
That you would be always with me if things go unplanned.
That you would be here to listen to all the things I have to say.
But where are thee when my world was filled with gray?
Back when I was a child, I imagine you holding my hand at the altar.
You would hold my hand like a lifeline and letting go of me made you falter.
Your eyes would be filled with tears.
But where are you now after all these years?
I used to imagine that I would name my firstborn child to you.
Because I thought that you deserve it after all you’ve been through.
I used to imagine that we would be a happy family.
But no. Because you left me in agony.
Now, I’m walking towards the man I love.
With God as a witness from above.
As tears began to flow from my eyes, I said goodbye to the question I always pry.
“Dad, where are you when I let out my first cry?