I miss my dad.
I miss the birth mark on his hand I used to play with.
I miss the way he used to sneak around the corner and surprise me when picking me up from day care.
Or the way he'd say, "Hey baby!" when he picked me up from elementary school.
Or the way he'd sing the chorus of Just the way you are by Bruno Mars to me. I hate that song now.
I miss the way his smile made me smile no matter how down I was. The best part is, I have his smile.
I miss the way he'd go out of his way to help others. I miss his hugs. His laugh. Him.
Tell me. If you knew someone like this, would you end it all to be with them? I would.
R.I.P daddy. 1953-2010
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PoesíaJust poetry. Maybe it sucks. Maybe it doesn't. Sorry if it does. Comment if you want. Maybe vote too? WARNING: triggering. If you don't like sad,depressing, or dark things, I suggest you don't read this.
