I Miss Someone Very Much

There are people dead and alive that I miss. It hurts so much. I don’t know how to deal anymore. If I could only just hear my father’s voice on the other line one more time, I would tell him how much I appreciate the conversations we had. He may have been a drunk, but we still shared so much in common despite his habits. A piece of me died when I lost him.

Then there are living people who I can’t even speak of. I’m not even sure if they even care anymore. I should just let go, but the memories are still there. If I could wash those memories away, everything would be so much easier. But I have to live with the memories.