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Mar 19, 2006 21:59

"he is refuseing"
(sound of feet up the stairs and down the hall)
my door creeks open as the shadow of my father stands in the doorway
"as long as you are in my house you will respect me by going to church"
-"you want me to leave?"
(the steps turn and leave)

It was on this sunday that the few people of the congregation who saw, woundered why the messy flynn son came in late after his family, and sat in the back unnoticed and alone. Then with confused looks, stared as he got up and left during communion, without recieving.

My father used the words of his father against me, as I knew he would. I have never seen the light go out of his eyes before. But i guess also they never really knew me, I realize it now, but they have never really talked to me before, I was never part of this house, I'm only passing through. Having issues with where I belong.
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