Father I am thinking of you-sadly.
I would like to reach the inevitable distance-
Knowing the gap says ‘it’s too long.’
Then I hesitate, I don’t want your aloof voice resting in my head-
I’ve had enough of your silent death-
I don’t reach for the black phone on the desk-
With its many lights blinking, I wince at the thought-
I busy myself with paper work.
I tried hard to think where it all went wrong-
I’ve tried to create some ‘new song.’
A lyric or two- but it was all blue-
Just to say ‘hello I’ve missed you.’
Like an empty chair you’ve remained-
You’re never there…you never cared.
The inevitable stain still remains-
I mourned your death long ago-
That’s when you decided to let go-of me.
I still hear your voice in my soul-
My invisible tears begin to flow-
Filling up this empty hole-
That I’ve drowned in so long ago.

Photo: El Diario date unknown, deceased