In a building

 In a building 

 

My dad is somewhere else. 

When I call mom, 

he is not at home anymore. 

I don't call home to talk to him. 

 

My dad is locked in a building 

and when I call, I ask if it is a good time 

to talk to him, 

because strangers know more 

about him now, than me. 

 

And when I call 

he tries to tell me where he is, 

so I can come get him. 

Because he is not home, 

anymore. 

 

He is someplace else. 

Locked in a building. 

Waiting for me to get him out. 

So he can come home. 

 

And I put him there. 

Everyday, I think about that. 

Having to do that.