Where Are You Now
It's been two days since you died, dad.
Where are you now
When the sky's turned grey
and I can't see your face
Is it raining
or are these wet tracks on my cheeks tears
When the room grows colder
I think of your warmth
My hand on your head
Your head on my heart
My heart shivering on your empty recliner
My body soaking up the scent of your empty bed
Where are you now, dad
I miss you
More than I thought I could at this age
Because never in my wildest nightmares could I have thought
of a single day without you breathing and smiling at me
About the Creator
Lucero Nieves
I'm twenty - three years old. Writing to grieve and never forget my beloved dad who was so cruelly ripped away from us because of COVID-19.
03.29.1969 - 01.23.2021
I love you forever, papi.
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