still miss you

our house feels cold and empty...
six years after your death,
I still find myself looking across our backyard
as though expecting to see you there.
Tears fall down voluntarily.

Occasionally,
questioning the voices I heard
coming from you room
where you used to stay and sleep.

Still somehow hoping that it is not true,
but that you are still with us.
Still hear to help us,
still here to share a laugh,
and most of all be a Father to us.

still hurts dad,
I still miss you.

I love you dad...