Sorry, Dad

You’re sitting in the living room.

In a corner, waiting

to be put to use,

forgotten.

I can't just take you

out of your place

and screw around

with you.

I’d be making a fool

of myself.

I don’t blame him

and I don’t blame you

for my lack of talent.

I should have listened to him.

I should have let him teach me

not to forget you.