It’s over like that summer storm.

The one that never was.

The one that was a forecast.

In the time before because…

I left school, not going back.

My mind is blank, the exam is up.

But I still have those dreams.

And no one heard the screams.

I watch her here so closely.

I can almost see her grow.

She tells me I’m a good Dad.

She’s the only one to know.

I feel it is now or never.

But that’s just in my head.

I eat now when I’m hungry.

The monster’s fat and fed.