The relationship I share with my dad,
It is so formal.
We only talk of work and the weather
Is this normal ?
He is always busy with his never-ending work
And spares no time for me
I feel so hollow without his presence,
Why can’t he see ?
We live under the same roof,
On the same globe and the same land.
We have nothing in common; we’re drifting apart
Why doesn’t he understand ?
I will leave no stone unturned
To save this relationship
And convert these stranger-like conversations,
Into a lifelong friendship.