is it my father that reaches out to me, standing taller than when
alive and pure like coco? why is his breath, once taken away from
him walking among me, as if i am alive? i evaporated into his last
breath, the day the dandelions fell apart without a child´s blow.

lord, i’d pray to my father that he’d be my light through dark times.
looking up into the sky after rain as the sun peeks through the clouds
i forgot how many times i’d smile and whisper his name. sometimes
i wake up in the middle of the night, short of breath. feels as though
he’s standing over me.

  here in this room, i can not sleep at times and i can not find peace
and in this room is just me, but he feels as though it's just him.
praying to see him in my dreams, but closing my eyes he’d
never make it there. he’d make it through reality somehow.
has anyone ever told you that someone's spirit is alive after they
die? in my sleep i lean other to kiss him on his cheek and i’d
ask for a hug. he’s not too comfortable with me yet. so I'll  wait.