Spotless mind

I was a little kid, i remember the door was open and mom carrying our luggage.
My mind was confused, cold feelings, no tears; all dried up.
Dad , he was on his knees looking through my cheerless eyes. Tears rolled on his cheeks. His hands holding mine. Sadness on his face.
(But hey! you screwed up dude!! theres no way back! remember ??!!.)

And then we left...
Leaving that man behind.


...no memories of him on my mind.

Ale.