To my dad

To my dad

Who I haven’t seen in a year

Who has left us without saying goodbye

Whose heart just stopped beating

Who didn’t give us a warning

A phone call, then silence

I didn’t believe it was true

I hung up and started walking

Not in any particular direction

Just moving from one room to another

Crying, screaming my dad’s name

Not believing he was gone

My father

Who was my best friend

Who I could always share a laugh with

Who was there when I hit hard times

Who never asked me whose heart I’d broken

Or who’d broken my heart

There was this deep understanding between us

Maybe it wasn’t deep enough, though

I should have known that his time was running out

My father’s time

Which was so precious to me, now looking back

I hope he knows it

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