Dear Dad

You once told me: It is time for you to take charge because I won’t be around for much longer.

But how do I take charge with uncertainty prowling each corner

When day breaks soon to be withered

When the alarm clock perpetrates the heinous crime of robbery

Stripping away the essence of euphoria in mockery.

Awakened by the sound of chimes rather than the pitch of your voice.

I cannot escape the deafening silence your absence forges.

As if the wreckage constructed four new walls of complete isolation,

I beg you for the motivation to march through this museum of disappointment.

Please do not take any vacations my guardian angel.

I held your hand long enough to memorize the creases of your calloused palm

And within a blink of an eye, it turned cold and pale.

Time, I attempted to make it, save it, and kill it but there was never enough of it

To express my appreciation for your mere presence.

Time, it pledges to heal all wounds, yet I still see your face in every cloud

Your reflection in every window

The replay of have a good day courses through my veins at the break of dawn

When the alarm clock strikes to obliterate happiness

Like a trophy engraved with the words, “I will be okay.”

Mom and I will be okay.

Until we meet again.