Missing

Deep down,

I miss my father the most

The man he used to be

Before a cruel addiction

Took over his mind

Once cheerful, always joking,

He was a happy man

He was far from perfect,

But he truly cared for us

These days, he still jests

But I find no humor in it

He still smiles, even laughs,

But it seems hollow,

As if he's merely an empty shell

The sudden change in him

Has forced this family through hell

In the end,

I miss my father the most

Because deep down, I know

I'll never truly get him back