Tears of the Dead

 

The heavens, they pour,

As my mind grows sore,

Of missing you. Craving you.

If only you were here,

The heavens could stop,

For these are your tears, aren’t they?

The sky weeps because you weep.

Surely you miss me, just as I miss you?

But we must be careful,

For we don’t want to cause a flood.

Blood is blood, but family is different.

Though I had the pleasure of knowing you,

Stolen from me,

I feel you. I understand you.

For what daughter couldn’t know her father?

My saviour. My protector. My first love.

I imagine holding me for the first time,

Felt like how my heart aches with thoughts of you.

My chest literally grows painful,

With the absence.

The unconditional love.

The hole in my heart.

No amount of years can fill this hole.

Though I never truly knew you,

I miss you.

Does that make me insane?

For how can we miss, something we never truly had?

Dad?

Do you hear me?

Do you weep for me now?

Please don’t you weep.

But I look out the window,

Watching the heavens pour,

Drowning the living, with the tears of the dead.