A week
A week has gone by and still you aren't here, My eyes and my mind are far from clear... I feel like my memory has somewhat halted, What had kept me on the ground is no longer bolted... I never really understood, perhaps because I never lost, I never really understood how much it might cost... Not in money, not in a financial way, No, it's more like...It's like...How should I say? I lost my dad, it was quick, within a day, Absolutely in no way could he have been able to stay. His heart was bad, so very sick... He was on drugs and a machine to help it continue to tick... Dad, well...It wasn't like we cuddled a lot, Saying 'Love you' and kissing on the cheek we did not... We were more like cheeky mates, saying a lot of nothing, Yet, it was like we said a lot of something... We must have somehow gotten close, For me to feel so rotten and gross. Taken by surprise, to feel so tired and low, I've become so sleepy and slow... I feel like some of me is in denial