Between Your World and Mine

In memory of dad, wishing he was here this Father’s Day
© Joshua Cintron

It’s been a year or two or three or more,
I really don’t know or care because you’re
gone. I’m a little  jealous other children

get to celebrate with their dad who is alive
— a tangible human they get to touch.
Though physically gone, you’re alive —

always have been.  I realize my trembling

hands can’t feel the warmth of your manly
hands or smell your distinct bodily scent,
but those are only a few senses

we ever shared when you walked this planet.

In some twisted way, I feel closer to you,
on a level of spirit, intuition or just in the
parallel between my world and yours.

Maybe it’s just my mind creating this
alternate sense of belonging because

I miss you so much.

In any case dad, I’m thinking of you
this day and all the other days. Truly,
there is no man who can or will ever

fill the universe size shoes you left.

Happy Father’s Day dad. I miss you.

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A Note from the Poet

Dad may be gone, living in a new world but that doesn’t take away from the pain of missing him now.  On this father’s day, let us honor him despite the jealousy we may have for those who still get to celebrate their dad in the living flesh.

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