I need to say something.
Anything to help the minutes tick by.
“What about a drink Dad?
A cup of tea?”
I desperately try to fill that awkward silence.
I know you won’t reply.
You never do.
We sit there.
“I’m off then Dad.”
A sense of relief.
My duty done for another day.
You don’t even notice I’m going.
I wave goodbye, for conventions sake.
But it doesn’t mean anything.
But it’s not for me.
It’s merely something you do now.
Smile to hide your confusion and fear.