Every morning I wake.
wishing I could see you.
but I know you won\\\'t be standing in the door way.
looking at me as I open my eyes to the morning sun.
I find it unfair on how you had to leave me.
I\\\'m jealous to have people around me.
telling me stories of you.
from their memory when you were around.
but for now.
those stories told to me;
they are the memories of you that I never got a chance to share with you.
one day we shall meet.
2.20.20-10.21.88
-he passed away about a year and 5 1/2 months before i was born-
