Pillow talk Date: Sunday, 14th June 2015 @ 10:22:07 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Cathartic I tell him, �I am my father�s daughter.� I reference old pictures. The birthmark on my left shoulder. I tell him how I�ve inherited his eyes, his cheekbones. An affinity for long drives to small towns. A slight preference for strangers. A tendency to blame everything on my mother. And how the happiest moments in my life involve coming or going, because I never learned to stay. I tell him, my father�s an apparition and my body count is a graveyard filled with headstones in remembrance of all the men I used to take his place. He studies the architecture of my words, skillfully designed exits... This poem is Copyright © Cathartic Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=181287