I miss him a lot
Everytime that I'm alone, I miss him and his touch
I look into the sky and hope that he is missing me just as much
I don't know if I ever made him feel proud for being my Dad when he was around
But I will try and make a conscious effort here on to make sure he feels so now,
I hope he misses me just as much,
He needed to break away from this life and I knew it, but I didn't want to believe it
It is difficult to be so selfless where one has to let go the string that has brought him into this world,
But still I did,
Only to hope that once he is gone he misses me just as much,
Going through the photographs taken during the summer vacations and those joyrides that you took me to
Where did all that disappear and why?
Questioning reality is not something that I'm used to
But now this question is bigger than reality for me and I really hope
that you miss me just as much, Dad. 'Cause I miss you a lot.
I promise, I will be a good son. I know that will not bring back your touch,
but at least I'll be rest assured that you will miss me just as much, very much.
