Miroku's Hushed Thoughts
Far away, in a distance, barely seen by the naked eye,
I wonder if that is where my Father is or is he close to me in spirit,
I wonder if that is where my Father is or is he nestled comfortably in my heart,
I wonder if that is where my Father is or is he just a memory that I have made up,
I wonder if that is where my Father is; nonetheless I miss him, I miss that smile of his,
that tilt of his head, that firm grip, but these are hushed thoughts, thoughts I would never express in words or in any form to anyone, they are thoughts that not only people can't hear, but thoughts that are hushed, so I can barely hear them floating in my mind myself; I smile sometimes because things make me smile and things make me happy and sometimes it isn't painful to know my Father is gone, but even when it is painful, I still smile, because it hurts more to frown or sulk.
Sometimes I see my Father in my dreams walking ahead of me, oblivious to me watching him, and when my little 8 year old hand of 10 years ago reaches for his masculine hand, he always gets farther and farther away, more and more hard to see, I can never catch up to him, though he seems so close, but I know he's far away.
Far away, in a distance, barely seen by the naked eye,
I wonder if that is where my Father is or is he close to me in spirit,
I wonder if that is where my Father is or is he nestled comfortably in my heart,
I wonder if that is where my Father is or is he just a memory that I have made up,
I wonder if that is where my Father is; I wish he would talk to me or call for me, like he used to, but I guess he never will…
Author's note: I know it's sad, but please review anyway, give me some feedback; I almost cried when I finished writing this.