Zaddy Gone

Daddy
Once I felt your presence everywhere
felt your eyes, your hand
the timber of your voice guiding me
protecting me
influencing me
filling my cup till I had no sense other than
a constant awareness of your presence.

You made a point of leaving your stamp
etched into my core with the sharpest of blades

Mercilessly

I felt your leave-taking
before you left.

Now
a universe stands between us
You, Odysseus on your next adventure
me, Penelope, marooned on a barren rock
told to go on
left senseless and adrift
anchor-less
desperately seeking purpose
without the psychic collar...

I didn't realize I needed.