I cannot hear your voice,
Not in my memory.
I see your face when tears adorn my face,
And it hurts because I cannot remember why I forget you.
I cannot recall what it was that tore us apart,
You grace the heavens, I tell myself this because to imagine you anywhere but there is beyond my soul.
Today I saw you Dad,
I was at work talking to a colleague and there you were…across the fence, in the man talking to his daughter,
reaching out to hold her hand while smiling.
I know it was you because I couldn’t stop the tears,
I cannot hear your voice, heaven knows I have tried to hear it- recall it- feel it- sound it…everything.
The heavens call you their own,
Yesterday was not as tough as today…