My Father

Written by Tyler Strittmatter

The-last-great-goodbye came without

so much of a wave. There was no yelling like

one might expect. There was no final stand. There

was no reaching out and calling you back, dripping in

sweat and tears. I memorized your dark gray silhouette;

watched it leave. Watched it never come back. I miss you.

That’s all I really wanted to say. In fact, everything I

say these days is just code for, I miss you.

Photographer Unknown