my dad took the day off work today
i played guitar in the backyard for an hour on a break in between planting literally a hundred flowers for my mom
he sat down and listened
he actually listened to me play, he's never really cared about anything i've done except for things related to sports, never seen the pictures i take or heard the songs i write, seen any of my films from high school
never consciously participated in anything my brain is a part of, except my gpa and my sports record
he actually listened to me play for ten minutes
i was so happy i could barely remember the words
i played three songs i wrote
he said they were pretty good
when he got up to leave i said, thanks for listening dad
he said, yep, make sure you finish planting those ugly purple flowers
i said, okay, see you
