Quill

don't know what you have
until it's gone
don't know what you had
until it's there
in front of you
you were looking for
a quill to write with
to look up to
to hear your cry
as eyes dry
on dead eyes
looking back at you
what you were looking for
was there the whole time

don't know what you have
until it's gone
don't know what you had
until it's there
in front of you
you were looking for
a dad to play ball with
to look up to
not what you had
in mind
this quill writes parchment
on rustic blue lines
now the ink
goes dry
cold dead eyes
looking up at you
not what you had
in mind
but it was there for you
the whole time

don't know what you have
until it's gone
don't know what you had
until it's there
in front of you
in the stratosphere
all hard work and labor
for someone to look up to you
and now it's all gone
right in front of you
who knew
this quill sung to you
as you
threw it away
for a pen
familiar to you
not what you had
in mind
work with what you got
something you forgot
in the span
of the galaxy
nothing would be
more relaxing
than a father
yet he's no daddy
'no quill of mine'
but he was there
the whole time
looking up to you
even as he
gave you
cold dead eyes
no tears to cry
you don't know
what you had
until it's there
as it dies
you don't know
what you have
until it's gone
and you cry
your parchment
now bleeds blue
for his time
he was more quill
than your father
ever was.