The Little Things

It's been two years

One month

And five days

Since I last saw my dad, alive

And my mind has begun to forget the little things

Without my premission

Just the other day, I forgot how his voice sounded

Because they shut off his voicemail a while ago

A while before that, I forgot his laugh

When I surrendered my own

The thing that hurts the most though

That was when I forgot the feeling of his arms wrapped around me

The only arms that hugged me in ernest

The only arms that engulfed me in love

And the only arms that could make me feel better

It kills me just to live a day without him

It's not even living, it's merely existing

No matter its name, I've survived seven hundred sixty five days of it

And I will always hope for one more day