The Porch Swing

Goodbye to the Cliche,
A letter is a final submission and admission of what is hidden in the heart
words that were never spoken but held dear from the start
in many dreams and desires, even unaware
I held the family cliche closely to my heart.
why you ask such a thing would be my dearest treasure
because in the moments of the storm it was my warmest weather
I see the mail man with his bag walking down the street
iced tea in the evening while on the porch swing
I see him walking the dog right before bed
and when the lights have all gone off it was her lullaby that rung through my head
maybe its the comfort of a family I never had
a parental unit that held together no matter what was near
the pain of yesterday still clings to me in the most rawest of places
and even in my dreams at night I can't begin to erase it
I said goodbye to the cliche because even a minivan in a garage makes me sad
a child running across the street leaves me empty and sometimes mad
what of a father hugging his son in the altar how then do you think I feel?
or the wife holding her husband in the morning before the first meal
the goodbye kiss for the day what a cliche thing to see
but its the cliche in my heart that hurts me deeply that I continually seek
my own thoughts of what it should have been play over in my mind
and in anger I cling to it rather than slowly saying goodbye
so goodbye I must say to the things I wish that were
in place of a reality where the dream is just a vapor
a vapor that like a mist dried away with the sun
leaving only a small moisture mark on the cement it was once on