For Dad

A presence

real as the day

this time yesterday

Beyond the reach

of hand or heart,

Now, no more.

Eyes half-closed,

body still there,

a defeated desire.

I stare into the void

where once lay

the reason for my being

Any moment as if

He'll part his greyed lips

and utter my name

I pour my life

into ears and eyes

lest I miss

an yearning

of a lifetime.