DAD

Wipes the ashes from the table,
as a tear slides down his cheek,
He's dead now, no point wallowing,
No more secrets to keep.

No more pain, no more wait
No more fisherman and bait.

No more accidental laughs,
No more friday nights,
No more hugs, or drunken "good night" 's

No more amazing people to look up to
No more dishes, no more smell of blue.

He's gone. And with him a part of you.

No more smirks, singing loud.
No more gestures to make you proud.
No more dreams that won't come true.

He's gone. And with him a part of you.

No more heroic good mood in the morning.
No more smiles, deep, and reassuring,
No more poetic sentences of which you don't have a clue.

He's gone. And with him a part of you.

No more creatures he'd spook away.
No more empty promises of a last rainy day.
No more chairs made without glue.

He's gone. And with him a part of you.

No more soft-spoken whispers in your ear.
No more safety whenever he's near.
Time to step into his shoe.

He's gone. And with him a part of you.

Miguel Afonso