Dear, Dad.

This poem is dedicated to death of my dad. I'll love and miss him forever.

The day you died, dad.
I can't even explain how much I was sad.
But, I seemed to ignore the facts.
Till I really started to slip through the cracks.

I wished for you to come back.
Because when it ended, I felt like I was the one being attacked.
I wanted to go to where you were.
Curl up and let this event be a blur.
No one gave me what I wanted though.
So now I sit here, feeling unwanted and haunted.
All I want to do is see you and give you a, Hello.

In my dreams, you're alive.
Each day it seems more like I thrive for that.
 Nobody can realize the bond we shared.
Maybe, simply because no one really  cares.
Even now, 5 years later.
I'm the one feeling like a traitor.

I am alive, breathing in all.
While, you're the one who took the fall.
Even writing this, I miss you.
No one else seems to even get a clue.
I want to hear your voice,
and I am living with that choice.
Although, hearing you say "You're my pink-a-dude"
Would definitely inprove my mood.

I love you.
Please continue to watch over me.
Until this is finally threw.