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now that you're gone
Why did you have to leave?
Why did you have to go?
When I barely knew you.
I only wish I could see you again,
Just one last time
To say good-bye
Then maybe I’d be happy again
Like the child I was
So very long ago.
When you left me
I was young, and blind
I don’t remember what you look like
I can barely remember your name.
I used to believe
That you were alive,
Somewhere
Out there.
I used to believe
You would come back to me.
Now I know,
That’s just a lie,
But it does help me
Continue moving on.
Now I know,
That you are gone.
You left like the wind,
Leaving me behind,
Leaving me in the dark.
Now I know what Death does to people.
It takes what it wants,
Leaving only sadness and despair behind.
I miss you, Dad,
With every passing day
With every passing hour.
I only want to say good-bye,
And maybe then,
For the first time in years
I’ll be happy once more
Like the child I was
So very long ago.
I wish you were here,
To see how much I’ve grown
And how I shine
Like the stars in the night.
I wish you were there,
At all the birthdays you missed
And recitals,
And plays.
All that time I spent hoping,
Hoping you would return.
I now spend my time,
Trying to hold on
To my memories of you.
Hey, Dad,
Are you watching over me?
Are you happy at all the things I’ve done.
Are you proud of me,
For all the things I’ve done.
Are you mad at me,
For the things I could’ve done,
For the things I should’ve done.
Am I doing a good job?
Please tell me,
So I know
I’m not just talking to nothingness.
I want to be happy again
But I need your help to try.
Dad,
You have always held my heart inside of your hand.
You keep it safe and warm.
But I must ask you something important,
Can you fix my broken heart?

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