Far, is where you are from where I am...
My alarm won't wake me up anymore, and the sounds from beyond my room only seem to be getting louder...I stood behind my closed door, letting the tears hit the ground as I sink closer to the floor... Dad why are you not here? Will it be to late before I can spend anytime with you?

I opened my chest sitting by my window and under all the dry, wrinkled roses and dust I found the lat picture of you and mom together.. I held it close to my heart and laid in my bed pretending that your hand was stroking my hair like you always do... I pretended that you kissed my forehead and said goodnight... And aloud through my choked up voice I said it back... Of only you were here daddy.