Waiting

I keep waiting. Waiting for a reply. I wrote to my Father - my heartfelt email to my Dad - on August 24th. Maybe he's not back from his trip from California yet. Maybe he had too many emails to go through and mine got lost in the shuffle. Maybe my step mother saw it first and deleted it. Maybe he read it and is even angrier at me than he was before. Maybe he just doesn't care. Maybe I have lost my Dad for good.

Maybe