Fathers Tears

I don't cry where anyone can see. I've learned to close that door. The world still thinks I'm standing tall. It doesn't know what for. Your voice still moves inside this house, Though you're not here at all. Every corner holds your shadow, Like it's waiting for your call. I taught you how to face the storm, How not to run from fear. But no one ever taught me How to lose you and stay Here. These father's tears fall inward. They don't fall to the floor. They burn behind my steady Eyes, Like they've done before. They're made of things I never said, Of pride I can't undo. Father's tears, a quiet prayer, Still reaching out for you. I keep the porch light glowing, Though I know you won't appear. I call it just a habit, But it's hope I'm keeping near. I replay every memory, Like I'm searching for a sign. Wondering if I missed the moment You stopped needing Mine. I thought that love was understood, Didn't need to speak it loud. Now silence answers back to me, And it's heavier than a crowd. These father's tears don't break like rain. They settle in my chest. They don't fade with passing years. They last too Long. And if you ever turn around, When the world feels hard and cold, Ooh, you'll find me right where I've been. Still loving you, Still holding.