Wednesday, August 18, 2010
is not like a burning in my chest.
That there will be a moment when life seems normal again,
and some day I will remember you more as a photograph than a memory.
I'm told that life will be fun, the shadow will lift, the strange feelings of lack will pass.
I know we'll meet somewhere.
That your laugh and quick smile will once again light my day like a lightbulb.
I'll feel your presence behind me, a quick tap on my shoulder to ask "What'cha doin', Dad?"
And your voice will lift my heart again.
But not yet.
How long must I wait?