He took the place of protection
that was always important to me.
He was the figure of my father,
in ways my own couldn't be.
It's funny how i was going to
ask for his help last night.
I didn't, and now this morning,
he was fighting for his life.
He was humorous and proud;
a very stern and loving man.
He gave me my first sip of beer,
the dreading taste from his can.
He would always tease me about boys,
saying he knows how they are.
He even threatened to tie my boyfriend,
and drag him behind his car.
I wish i were there today,
where i could've possibly been by his side.
I would have told him everything,
even the things i hide.
I never told him how school has been,
nor told him my future plans.
I haven't told him things i love,
and others that i can't stand.
I never told him that i got my license,
or that i've had my first kiss.
I wish i could tell him that,
there is a place in my heart that is his;
and that he will be rather missed.
