I cleaned out your room today, Papa.
It was quiet.
I found your porn stash.
Don't deny it.

I'm wearing your shirt today.
It smells like you.
Why did you have to go, Daddy?
We weren't ready for you to.

I wish I believed in a Heaven.
A better place of peace.
I know that this is just another reality.
In time I will come to face.

I found your old dog tag, from the Army.
I'm wearing it today.
I found that old nap-sack of yours, too.
The one you'd use to carry me away.

My Knight in shining armour, you were.
My hero til the death.
My everlasting sunshine, you were.
My breath catches in my chest.

I miss you each and every day.
It's only been a week.
It's hard not to cry right now.
My heart's completely weak.

I miss your deep and rumbling voice.
Your beard you grew so long.
I miss how you would tuck me in.
And sing me a lullaby song.

My tissue box is empty now.
From doing that thing you hate.
I tried to hold it in for you, Papa.
But my heart's about to break.

I wish I knew you could hear me.
I talk to you every day.
I talk to you in the shower, even.
I know what you would say..

What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Crying all over the joint.
Crying like a wee little baby.
I'm sorry, I'm being a jerk.

I wanted you to squeeze my hand.
I just wanted your hand to hold.
I could feel your heartbeat fading.
As your hands started to grow cold.

I closed your eyelids gently.
My whole world fell apart.
I pulled the blanket over you.
Now I nurse my bleeding heart.

In loving memory of a much missed father, son and husband. We are always
thinking of you, and you are always in our hearts and thoughts.

William Howard Brooke 6/1/1953 - 28/6/2008

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Naturalis, in the year 554 AD.