Its been 30 minutes,
were eating at the kitchen counter,
but were both watching the cake,
that chocolate cake that he loved.
I wonder how long it will stay there?
One day passed, then two,
I came home on the third,
and it wasn't there anymore.
Some how it felt like the day you left.
Now were at the counter,
staring at the coffee ***,
that we refuse to touch.
His memories crowd this house,
even if he's gone.
Dear step dad- I don't think that title suited you, ever. You've been a mom a friend and most importantly a dad to me. You have helped me through a lot. the last day of your life, I wasn't there, I didn't walk through in the morning and say goodbye. The last week of your life I don't think I said hi once. I walked past and continued. now your bed is empty and the cake is gone. How I wish I could of said good bye