Waiting,

Because that’s all that I can do,

Thinking,

Of moments that I’ve had with you,

Moments,

Are pretty much all that I knew,

Maybe,

All I have left,

My father,

With my love and my respect,

Still I wish,

You’d somehow learned how to connect,

It’s your absence,

On which I now mostly reflect,

As I sit here,

So sadly and bereft,

Wishing,

For something that we never knew,

And hoping,

Because that’s all that I can do.