The Mending is Slow

Taken by surprise
All these tears left to cry.
After all this time
I don’t understand why.

A bizarre time warp
I feel all the same ways
When grief came in waves
day after day.

Two years sounds so short
or maybe long?
It really doesn’t matter.
Either way, he’s gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

I desperately wish
for one more kiss
one more hug
and an “I love you, Sis.”

I want to believe
I’ll see him again
and we’ll rush to each other
like long lost friends.

Maybe it will happen.
I don’t know.
But today my heart breaks
and the mending is slow.

I love you, Dad
and I miss you so.