My heart is drowning in a sea of swallowed tears,
I know my goodbye for now was always meant to come first
but it came way to soon (and it’s like I’m right back there, now)
Everything has changed, nothing feels the same
I keep thinking things will make you laugh or that would be an interesting conversation to have with you and I absentmindedly reach for the phone...
Stupid location services, it’s then I’m reminded you’re not gonna pick up or reply
Dad, I miss you and December is no longer a happier month...you’re birthday, you’re passing memorial, another Christmas you’ll not be seated at the family table and another New year...without you
I miss you
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