I was his child only 
when it was convenient
To sweep into my life 
once my Pepe was gone

To slam the door on his face 
A grinned mustache, and dimpled cheeks
much like my own smile
I knew it was not to last

A temporary arrangement 
until the burden and toils 
a brood of offspring can bring
Much in his likeness

Quickly forgotten
And this is our path 
a greeting and a ghost
a disappearance, a reappearance

Debris gathered onto the shore 
carried by a great wave 
discarded, unwanted
And I didn’t want to feel his desire

Only the attention of a loving father 
and his doting daughter
not to be
in this lifetime