I woke up feeling heavy today.
I sat quietly sipping my own version of hot coffee. It was your favorite coffee. My coffee. I cannot find the will to say "good morning" or even smile a little. Ah... I know. It's the same day again.
29th of the month I've been living for six long months-
incomplete
and broken
without you.
I miss you so much,
Dad.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered
PoetryI had words scattered in my head so I picked it all up and wrote a poem.
