There is this day that was once true,

a day when every fathers heart turns into a marshmallow,

growing and melting in a rainy day hot chocolate.

There is this day that was made just for you,

but then again, I have no one to drink my hot chocolate with,

or watch the rain fall and these marshmallows float...

I sit here with my cup frozen and still.

There are these days that days like these that I wish you'd become true,

For these are the days I wish I could utter these words to.