I miss calling someone papa. I miss calling someone dad. Miss that one person who makes me feels safe. Miss that one person who seems like everything to me. Miss all the moment we shout at each other. All the I love yous. All the unspoken words that the heart feels but cannot say. Miss having you around. Miss your cooking. Miss your smell. Miss your hugs. Miss your voice. Miss your white silver strands. Miss giving you facials. Miss having you around in the garden. Miss you sitting there, trimming your bonsai. Miss all your enthusiasm about life, about your love for God. Do you know Brown misses you. The house feels empty without you. It feels cold. Can almost hear all your echos – when you call my name. When you scream at me. When you say you love me. When you tell me that life is hard. Or let me know that you will always be there.
Where are you papa. Where are you.
I miss you everyday, almost as much as you miss me.