Pop – Alphonso Francis White

I tried to call you this morning. I woke up in tears, shaking, in the fetal position, and covered in sweat.
Reality sets in and now I’m mourning. That dream was so real, we were… We were… Ah, I’m already starting to forget.

Moments like this I used to give you a call. You weren’t one to tell me how to live my life, but you always told me exactly what I needed to hear.
Side note: I really haven’t been awake for long at all. Currently, I’m cooking breakfast, and contemplating cracking open a beer.

I remember your hug was magical. Well into my 20’s I’d collapse in your arms and feel a kid again. Your deep embrace never failed, it chased away all of my pain.
And your “advice”, so practical. Instead of telling me, you’d guide me, with questions that were thought provoking. I loved it at times, but I’m not gonna lie, sometimes this drove me insane.

The first of April, wait, isn’t that April fools day? C’mon Dad, this is taking things too far. When my phone rang again I was fully prepared to yell at you. I honestly thought “this is a bad joke”, I was pissed, this is a HORRIBLE trick.
I had to wait to get ride to the hospital that day. I sat by the door with my keys in hand, if I would have driven I surely would have wrecked my car. Somehow, I talked the doctor in to letting me see you…. I can’t keep writing about this, reliving this memory is starting to make me sick.

This “poem” doesn’t really rhyme. But aside from Poe you weren’t really a poem sort of man. And I’m sorry that this one flows like a shallow iced over creek.
I had to try to get it all out this time. I thought about writing more, but I don’t think that I can. I could have waited until later but then I might be too weak.
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you had to go. We had so much more to say. Even more to do.
Ok, this was kinda long winded, I know. So, I guess there’s just one thing left for me to say… Dad, no words can accurately express how much I miss and love you.