Goodbyes and silent tears
Time to face all my fears.
My brain screams
Eyes stream.
Still waiting for my phone to ring,
your name to flash across my screen.
To hear your voice and hold you tight.
To the Gods I'm screaming this isn't right!
It's not Christmas without you here.
What I wouldn't give to have you near.
Only "Dad" I ever had.
Why does this world have to be so sad.
I watch my daughter talk to you.
Never got to walk with you.
Kids talk to you on a daily basis.
I hope you are surrounded by friendly faces.
Merry Christmas let's rejoice.
I can just hear your voice.
Merry Christmas eve eve as you'd say.
But without you, It feels like just another day.
Dancing with angles
singing to the stars
although you are no longer here.
I know you will never be far.
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