Is It Me, Or Is It You&;#063;

Can't you see me?
I'm standing in front of you
My terrified eyes
Are wide and following your gaze
Yet, you still seem to ignore me.

Tenderly I reach out my trembling hand
And touch your cold and distant arm.
The hairs stand on end
The skin shivers.
Yet, still the blanket of fear
That blinds you from me remains an unbreachable fortress.

I call your name: 'Dad' 'Dad?'
Not a glance
'Dad, I love you...'

My hand drops away
My heavy head sends my chin plummeting Toward my empty chest.
I disappear into a crowd of soulless ghosts.

He turns his head
His eyes search frantically.
A tear from within adorns his pained exterior.
Perhaps,
But too late.