wishing for revolving doors
you sound different
not like your usual self
confused sad in despair?
then comes your desperate plea
after hearing which i choose to flee
i’ve decided, my girl
i’m coming to stay with you
how could i be so indifferent!
i see through the mundane
i not only hear but i also listen
i sense something is just not right
i can almost touch and feel your plight
of course, Dad!
© hülya n yılmaz, June 24, 2018