The Lamp

I leave my lamp on 

At night

As a way of calling 

My Dad home, 

And seeing him

In the shadows of my room

Am comforted that

He remains

Though he left

Those years ago and

Did not return

And we struggled

To make sense

Of him going

In our ways

And we fought

And we wept

And we made out

We were fine

To him

Because 

We don't want

Him to go

Further.

I think that would

Break us

So I keep the lamp on

At night

To call him and

Keep him close

In our home

Though he is away

For good,

He is away and

My lamp, it

Leads him back

Home.