My dad could never walk me down the aisle,
Because he only stayed in this world for a while,
And though I’ve written what’s inside of me,
I know I can never be truly free.
Your life and death may have been in the past
Yet the pain and sorrow are bound to last
And everytime I have been crying,
That will never change anything.
If only you were here instead
Then my life will be filled less with dread
But this is nothing but a dream,
And you’re not even smoke or steam.
Written: february 15 2015