Socks

It had been just us for quite some time. 

You lifted her weight off of my shoulders. 

I, locked, like a treasure chest. 

Refuse to let anyone in, yet somehow you found the key. 

One to show me kindness and make me laugh. 

Offered security like a cushion or a pad. 

Was the father I never really had. 

Now, you leave me paralyzed. 

I'm sorry. 

I'm sorry I didn't wake up. 

I'm sorry I didn't see the signs.

I'm sorry for not cherishing every moment we had together. 

I'm sorry for not being able to say goodbye. 

And now I sit here, next to you. 

Not really sure what I should do. 

Your hands. 

Cold, lifeless, like plastic, rest in mine. 

I don't want to let go. 

In my pocket are your lucky plaid blue socks. 

You let me wear them when I needed. 

I do not feel their magic anymore. 

Perhaps it left when you did. 

I'm angry. 

I'm angry that you left. 

You left me with her. 

You said you would never leave. 

But here I am, forced to say goodbye.

A place in my heart, you will always have. 

Leave your strength to me so I may heal. 

Or at least I will try. 

When I walk down the isle, I will look to the sky

And wish you were there.