I miss my father so much
I need his opinion on a couple of things
He has neglected checking up on me
And he hasn't come to me since the day he died
His glasses and his watch
are still on the shelf where he left them
And his clothes are in their plastic bag
and they're new since the day he bought them..
I wish to talk to him
to tell him of all that has happened
And I would tell him who visited him and gave him his blood
And I would tell him that I'm sorry
because I hid this all from him
I would swear to him that I wish
that I could touch his hands one day
I would make him a light cup of tea
And split a loaf of bread between us
His embrace always brought us all together
We found company in his voice
I [still] sit down with him many times
And I complain to him about life
I know that he hears me
I'm sure that he sensed me
Surely death is incapable
of murdering the feelings inside people
And there is no tree in this life
that you can hack down by its roots
And no one departs from this life
without leaving a son/daughter who is like him
and who prays for him
I really miss my father
I miss many things I used to do with him
things that I've stopped doing alone
ever since the day he died