To my dad
To my dad
Who I haven’t seen in a year
Who has left us without saying goodbye
Whose heart just stopped beating
Who didn’t give us a warning
A phone call, then silence
I didn’t believe it was true
I hung up and started walking
Not in any particular direction
Just moving from one room to another
Crying, screaming my dad’s name
Not believing he was gone
My father
Who was my best friend
Who I could always share a laugh with
Who was there when I hit hard times
Who never asked me whose heart I’d broken
Or who’d broken my heart
There was this deep understanding between us
Maybe it wasn’t deep enough, though
I should have known that his time was running out
My father’s time
Which was so precious to me, now looking back
I hope he knows it
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