On so many levels
it hurts just to breathe.
Heartache for moments
lost;
To pick up the phone
and hear his voice,
the sweetest thing.
Ask how he's doing
say 'Hello,
I love you Dad.'
Did he know how much
I care.
Did he know how much
I love him.
Grief for moments
lost, frozen in time.
All the words left
unsaid.
Until zen,
I love you Dad.
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