In the morning I hear your shoes
While you walk around the kitchen making food
When I get out of bed I realize its just the News
On the television and it suddenly lessens my mood.
I figure you must have left for work
It is an early Monday morning
You probably had a lot of paperwork
Or maybe got a business call forewarning.
I go to school and get through the day
Still haven't heard from you at all
I come home to an empty house
Only to wonder, Where was your call?
I open our texting conversation
And begin to wonder why the last text was from last year
I read the texts and feel a sense of frustration
As the realization starts to hit I can feel a tear
Drip down my cheek and hit the floor
As I realize you are not here anymore.
I miss you Dad I hope Heaven is great
Life without you is hard
But to you, this poem, I dedicate.