The train arrives and takes me away from you again
A window in my week closes.
The house will be big without you
The mess cleared away
makes it modern again
Minimal
An adult space
Everything with a place
and everything in it.

I'll miss your energy
Your wild abandon
Your reckless noise
Even your temper tantrums
I'll miss my life being filled by you
since I changed it so much to incorporate you
Now you've gone away there's an empty space
that used to be filled by you.

On the walk back home from the station
I go to cross London Road
and splay my arms for you to hold
I look down
and around
but you're gone
For a half second I think I've lost you
Then I shake my head
and laugh
and move on

I pass by your room and it's empty
Your toys sat dulled in corners
Their colours switched off in the darkness
Though one LED still glows
I turn off the bright yellow keyboard
Half relieved I won't need to hear
that annoying grating happy tune
my son seems to hold so dear
but I'll play it one last time
and imagine he's still here

To lose them
forever?
I'd never cope
And now F4J is over
is there really any hope
for the hundreds of thousands of fathers
who regard me as the lucky one?
The lucky one
I'm the lucky one
Because I have the chance to say goodbye
every week
before you are gone