Poetically Not Poetic

Daddy, You Promised

"Will you be there tomorrow?" she asked, fingers crossed.

He smiled, eyes fading from colour, blurring with tears.

"I'll be there, I promise." he whispered kneeling down, she pressed her fingers against the tears he shed.

Wiping them away she twisted his frown into a smile,

"It'll be alright.", she said "We're closer than a mile-"

"-So you don't feel sad, you won't have to walk a lot."

He shook his head, and her face made him choke.

With plenty tumbles and tries, he finally spoke like he was shot;

"Remember I'm always there with you." he put his  palm on top of her heart.
The beats were too much of a melody, so he stepped back with a start.

"When you don't see me, just know, you can always feel me in there."

Words were whispered and carried by the winds, the little girl stared long- at the disappearing figure. The next day she waited, kneeling with a silence that was so loud, she pressed her palms to her ears and called out with a small howl;

"Come back Daddy, You promised." she whispered, crying over the grave stone, stared by the owls.

"You Promised."