He'll Come Back

My dad passed away when I was 12. I can never express my love for him through words, but I hope this gives even the slightest of insights to the confusion and feelings that I have felt.

2,497 days.

357 Weeks. 

82 months. 

59928 hours.

That's how long I have been waiting. 

As vivid as the screen you are sat behind right now, 

I can remember that day in my mind

As the memory plays over and over 

For the whole time I have my eyes open since.

2,497 days ago I lost the most precious thing in my life.

357 weeks ago I watched my worst nightmare come alive.

82 months ago I sat being helpless as I witnessed the chaos around me.

59928 hours ago I suffered.

Everyday I convince myself that he will return

And our lives will be patched up.

We can go back to our normal way of living.

The life we are supposed to live.

2,497 days.

357 weeks.

82 months,

59928 hours and I'm still waiting.

For years I was convinced this was a sick trick.

That he had run off to be a spy or work in the army.

That one day he'll be back and someone will film him 

Like all videos on Facebook of the soldiers returning to their children.

2,497 days I have waited.

357 weeks I have watched the door.

82 months I have wanted him back.

59929 hours I have needed him back. 

Author's Note

I always used to think that my dad would walk through the door one day, just like in the videos about soldiers who come back and surprise their kids... I'm still waiting for that day.
(This is free verse)

Reviews

[Melissa Kester]

This is so sad and touching. I am so sorry for your loss.