Here it comes again
that time of year
when the air i breath, turns weird
when the words i usually use
lose their strength, their feel
they start to vanish
leaving me, leaving me here!
when i feel weak, incomplete
like i’m missing a limb
or another part of me, something
something i lack
a guide, that i should have
or maybe a string, that i could grab
or maybe all of me, all of myself
nine years, nine years of emptiness…
Memento of my dad.