The crack of the can
As it opens in your hand.
The cold liquid seeps between your fingers.
It leaves a scent that lingers and lingers.
Your lips are stained
From the poison you use to heal your pain.
These lines are repeated every other day.
The days you seem to lose your way.
Dad won't take it any more.
He's threatened to walk out that door.
Any other man
Would have left when this first began.
Yet, he remains.
He's sharing your pain.
He's the strongest man I know.
I thank God he hasn't let go.