Dear Papa.

I looked at where you always park your car in the evening
I found nothing there but emptiness and your grave too
I waited to see you sound your horn from a distance
Hoping I would run as usual to open the gate for you
I stayed out in the cold hoping to catch a glimpse of you, dad
But there I stood; waiting and hoping like every little lad
You said your love would last more than the summer, now I’m sad
I want to hear you call my name from afar for that massage
I want to hear the gist and life’s lessons you gave many times over
I just want to lie next to you and watch your heart beat again
Life had so much meaning with you in it, no doubt, dad
And seeing you not being in it anymore, I couldn’t help but wonder
Life sometimes feels like a dream and disappears when you wake up
Now I am seeking out reality amidst the dream I had with you, Papa

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.