Jaye Daniels

Dear Younger self, 

Say Goodbye. 

he’s not there

His warm smile,

Imprinted in my mind.

His chair sits empty, 

At the dining room table. 

His joyous raspy voice, 

Is replaced with silence.

His coffee mug,

collects dust in the cupboard.

The sweet yet manly smell of cologne, 

Remains in my nostrils.

His chiseled jaw, 

Round rosy cheeks,

His round pudgy face,

with glasses too tight.

His reflection still appears in the bathroom mirror.

I love you.  

Can you hear me? 

No he's a world away 

What happened to daddy's girl 

He said he would never leave 

And he didn't 

He was taken.

I love you daddy 

I said 

Daddy loves you  

He replied  

I guess that was our final goodbye.