Childhood

I stood completely still that winter evening 
The cold kitchen floor underneath my feet
Endless nights spent of anxiety and in tears, led to this moment
Not a day had passed with the thought of him not coming home in it
The sight of my father walking through our door sent a rush of relief over my body 
But the brief moment of happiness was soon interrupted by screams 
The room filled with my most common childhood memory 
Louder and louder
Back and fourth 
Until, the door slammed
& before the first tear could drop, he was gone.