There was a time when by the moment I was up, you'd have left home. After which I'd also leave for school. Then I'd return home, and you'd do same too. There was also a period, when we headed out same time, and while I'd return home later, you too would come back much later. The time came when I had to leave home, and be away for months, while you stayed home. And I'd look forward to coming back, to meet you at home still. I came home this one time But you were not home, And you're still not here. I slept on your bed, in your space, And no one came to hassle me. It appears you're never going to come home again, because "You're now their Daddy" That's what everyone says now. I'd hold on to the memories When I leave home, And whenever I come back, I'd hold on, to your pictures. Olúwatóbi. Hey Pops