Search The Face

He searches the face
Of the little girl he once knew
The one that wore dresses
And had the cutest blonde curls
The girl that had the brightest blue eyes
She loved baby dolls and flowers
And dancing in the rain
Her tiny voice and litle hands and feet.
He searches the face
Of the big girl in front of him
The one that wears black and tight clothing
And has hair as black as ashes
The girl with icy blue eyes of hate
She loves being gone and heavy black eye make up
And avoiding her problems
Her wrists bleed while her voice is mute.
He searches the face
Of his daughter
Cold as ice and pale as snow
He wonders where he went wrong
He kisses her forhead
Then sits in an empty chair
In the front
Right across from the casket
As a tear falls from his eye.