father’s day.

the first one since you passed —

Photo by Alfonso Scarpa on Unsplash

If I could, in some way, turn back time
I’d make my way back to you,
and redo all those days and nights
I was too busy to be by your side.

I’d be at every gathering, barbecue, dinner,
and visit on the weekend just because I could.
I’d keep your cracked and calloused hand in mine,
Warm and soft, forever.

And I’d call in the morning just to hear your voice
and tell you that I love you,
again and again and again and again
until my throat was raw and bleeding
and I knew you understood.

And I’d never want for anything
because I’d be by your side,

and at the end of our time
I’d rewind again
and again and again and again
and start at the very beginning,
so I could play our story all the way through
and tell you that I love you
until my throat was raw and bleeding
and I knew you understood