waiting room

f.

16.15.05
it's been four years.

four long years.

i really miss you appa.

i went to the cemetery today.

four fucking years since that stupid heart attacked took your last breath away.

i started to tear up looking at you in front of me.

'eomma is getting better now appa, you don't need to worry anymore..'

i informed you as if you're really in front of me.

'and don't worry about me apa, i think i found a new friend'

i smiled at the thought of him.

'you probably saw me yesterday talking to him.'

i talked to him for hours and hours introducing my new 'friend',

telling him what he has missed since the last time i came.

i miss him.

i miss you, appa,

i wish i could see you one
more time.