The Man Who Wasn’t There

Today I saw a man who wasn’t there ,
he looked like my father ,
same eyes ,
same smile ,
same tousled hair ,
he looked my way ,
and seemed to see right through me as if I wasn’t there ,
I just stood and stared.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen my father ,
I’d seen him many times before ,
the last time I’d seen him was the day he walked out the door.