Sometimes.

Sometimes i walk with regret and sleep with the memories i have lost. Sometimes i cry in silence because i feel my dad might be walking through the halls. Sometimes i forget that i am Alive and wake up out of breath. Sometimes, just one time.I hope i can be in peace for the night to have his time. I constantly listen to the agony of my heart and put on a wool shirt to calm its screams. But its screech can go farther then my ribs or the spleen. If again i wake, in the dark. Then i will once more hear the agony of my aching heart.