Dear Dad

I used to write to you every day

counting the passage of time by the words that I could no longer say out loud 

Each blot of ink

was a mile that we could not walk together

And yet somehow I knew that every word stretched lightyears 

My feet, scrapping across the corridors of my chest, falling into the now unfamiliar rhythm of my heartbeat

Its anvil pounding against the empty hollow of my bones

Each step asking to stop and look back at the moment when time stopped

but my feet kept walking

That somehow the thunder in my head was still your voice

and when I turned my head to the clouds all I could see was the rain

wiping my tears with your smile

I used to write to you every day