#156-No Longer My Hero

I miss you, no doubt...

I miss how we'd watch baseball games,

And always root for the Yankees.

How we'd eat Cheerios and put bananas on top of them,

While you read the newspaper every morning.

We were so close...

But you were getting older,

Getting slower,

Getting quieter.

I was losing a piece of you everyday...

Then one day you left me,

And went up to God.

I didn't even get to say goodbye,

So I guess this  poem is my goodbye to you popop.

I was only 6 years old when you left.

After that, I had no one.

No one to watch baseball games with,

No one to root for the Yankees.

No one who'd put bananas in their Cheerios,

While reading the newspaper every morning...

There was no one like you popop.

I talk to you every night,

By finding the brightest star in the sky,

And pretending it's you.

Just a little over a year ago,

I found out what you did to her...

To my mom.

I was broken when she told me,

Because you were my fucking hero!

All those good memories I had with you...

And she doesn't have any!

You ruined her!

You wrecked her!

You're a fucking monster!

It made me sick to my stomach when I found out what you did.

And she saved your ass by not telling anyone...

So now I know your secret,

But, don't worry, I'll keep it.

Honestly, it's a good thing you're dead,

Because your life would be HELL,

If anyone had found out when you were still alive.

You would've lost everything.

I'm so disappointed popop...

Because I can no longer call you my hero.