Gone 
Screaming up to the heavens. 
Anger pulses throughout my body. 
I often wonder why bad things happen to good people,
And bad, have the best of luck.   
The doctor telling a young couple they can't conceive children. 
A convict getting away with murder he did, in fact, commit.  
How could that happen to someone?
Maybe I should have picked up the phone?
What would have happened?
Instead of leaving the phone on the wooden table watching it ring.
I was a coward.
Would it have been so bad to pick up the phone?
Instead of watching the flicker of the phone flash on and off.
I knew he is sick and laying in the hospital right now.
Yet I didn’t answer.
Cancer eating up his bones. 
I could not face him.
Watching him  hooked up to life support 
Trying to hold on to a life that he loves.
Phone flashing once again.
Reading 'He's gone'
Now  here I stand on this sandy beach
Feeling utterly alone. 
Because he is gone.
My daddy is gone.