Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Not Yet

They tell me that there will be a time when missing you
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?