I miss my father too!

I wish when he was alive

He could have told me he always missed me too.

It's a pity that he never heard me drop

the words that hung out of my lips

But evaporated in the heat of the harsh sun.

The past is like an iceberg in the sun,

Chunks of my life have been lost

In unending rivulets that stained and streaked

The shirts of those that understood.

But nothing can replace the longing.....

Of a mother's moist kiss,

A father's warm embrace,

A lover's lustful embrace.

How I sorely wish

Your words of comfort could fill these empty spaces

Or bolster your loving attempts to replace  the intangible.