Without him

It is in the quiet moments that I hear my fathers smile, 

the lines of it reach for me

and the life behind it speaks.

My senses trick me

as if confused by the loss

and heightened by the newness of "without".

I taste his laughter in the zest of a lemon, 

feel his eyes as I walk this new path and I 

smell his love in the sunshine on my face.

Life for me is this now

 Without  Him

and   yet   somehow, 

   full    of    him.  

                                                                         

       Written by Sugar Bear

        11/24/2016

       One month after Daddy died