My dad left.

He left me with nothing but an empty space.
An empty chair at my school plays
An empty spot in the stands at my galas
An empty spot next to my bed where he once read to me.
An empty spot at the table where we shared stories.

No sounds no words.
Silence and nothingness in that empty space for 10 years.
That space has shrunk and taken half filled with a mother and grandfather to take his place.
He is trying to take back what he left
An empty space
When I was six.