A Living Diary

I stare off into the abyss,

a vast emptiness that fills me now.

The anchor to my life has passed,

and I am left to sit

with the weight of your absence.

My face, not my own,

but a reflection of yours.

Your blood moves through my veins

carrying a song older than myself,

a song of generations

that brought me here.

Though your body has gone,

You remain in the quiet places.

In the memories I hold,

in the face I see in the mirror,

in the blood beneath my skin.

There is so much I could say,

but perhaps it all comes down

to one simple thing:

thank you.

For everything you did.

For everything you gave.

For the love that found its way

into the person I became.

You were always much more than a father.

You were a part of me

before I ever knew what that meant.

And now I stare into the emptiness,

trying to understand

how someone who gave me so much of myself

can sumply be gone.

I will miss you greatly.

And I will carry you

in the blood that runs through my veins,

in the face I see in the mirror,

and in the parts of me

He declared me his without thought,

Unfolded me like fragile paper,

Intoxicated me with whispered love,

I no longer hear your voice calling my name. Or see your face smiling back. The picture you painted was of what dreams are made of. A promised future of forever. A love you swore never to abandon. Yet here I am alone.

Just memories to catch the wind and drift into an endless abyss that tirelessly searches for your name. Only to return emptier than when it first set sail.