Evelyn's Father (Thoughts Whispered Underneath His Breath)

The clock on the wall stares
And sees you, as a fly
Wanders, hears your breath
And sees your body, slurred
Across the chair. The fly hears
Your thoughts of Evelyn.

Thoughts that there is something lying latent
in her eyes a sunrise marching to
the thump of your heart beat.
There is a element of truth
That pierces through lies
Said when she was six.
In your smile, the fly discerns

There’s something ready to peek through.
Inside a picture, your smile breaks,
Ready to push through a secret
Blooming through your shoes.
Through your legs,
Through your fingertips
Beyond your neck and hair
Are dimples smiling and hiding something. The fly hears you...

What you were yet to be
Despite the shortcomings, Evelyn,
of those around you, you will be
Someone special. No, you will be
The embodiment of
My secret prayers at night. You’re already
More than I can speak, even though
You won’t hear me try, I will
Say it, now…
Try to be better, I will
try to be
Someone better
Than the man
Who sleeps in mumbles.