I stand at your casket and stare
Feeling oddly empty
I guess I’m supposed to grieve now
But it seems a little late for that
I grieved the loss of you years ago
As a child, when you walked away
And never came back
Daddy’s little girl grieved then

Surrounded now by family 
Waiting to offer solace and comfort
I want to turn and scream
”Where were you?”
Where were when I was
Grieving for real?
But I already know
You we’re there
Failing to even acknowledge
That my whole world was torn apart
Decent people don’t talk about
Things like that

So I stand at your casket
Searchung for something
Anything in the emptiness
That resembles a suitable
Or normal emotion
But there’s nothing.