ImposterMidnight phone calls from him are always the worst.Imposter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The speech is slurred, and
I can heard the vodka and ice
Clinking against the glass.
As he brings up the past
And tries to reassure is stature as a “good father”
I cringe and tears stream down my face.
Unearthed memories, I had to bury again only months ago
Have resurfaced once again.
Put the vodka away, close the pill cabinet
And just sleep, like I so much want to do.
It’s in the past, and haven’t you broken my heart
Enough? I remember feeling so proud of you
And now I continue to lock away those fond memories.
Those days where I thought I knew you
The man on the other end of the phone is someone else, an imposter.