A coat hung carefully on the rack,
an empty space in space and
he's not coming back, no
baccy smells to come and go
no one to ask, because he'd always know
the answer to the question in my mind.
A long ways away, leastways as I recall
we were young and he stood tall and now
he sleeps forever free
no more the baccy smells reminding me
of dad, but he stays within my memory,
a constant
ever present
as he always was.