Your Memory

You were there at one time, but now, you're gone.

Have been...for too long...awhile. Through each writing I finish, every time I rhyme, I wonder if you'd have been proud...of my poetry...and of my prose...thinking of you, helps me be strong; through the hurt, I think of what could've been, and I can't help but smile.

Somehow, I feel alone, even when I'm surrounded by a crowd; my mouth is silent, but my soul is screaming out loud.

"It's not fair. I wanted you there. Always. Without you, my days...are not quite complete. Still, I have to face what's ahead, I must keep moving my feet."

It's tough, without you here. I have to confront each fear, without your guidance...without you near.

Each ear...longs to hear...the voice of my Dad...since that's not possible...I hold onto the dreams I've had, where I saw you, and we talked...with every step I've walked, I still can't remember you.

And so...I honor your memory. I let it defend me, from the harsh reality of this life, the life I must live, with just the love I hold for you inside...my heart.

It's difficult to function, but I know where to start. Here...and there. It's easy, when I feel your spirit everywhere...I go.

I love you, Dad. ❤️