September 22

Four am –
It’s a bit early you think
But the gentle wind
Keeps the curtains dancing
through my open window
Sending shivers
Where are you?
Or were you just a dream
After all?

I cried myself  to sleep last night
Silly, you might say,
But then, crying is one such necessity
That I need to do
Cleansing my soul
You are in my thoughts for now
And I smile despite the tears
Memories are reborn.

Goodbye Dad, I miss you!

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