I think the misty patch above us is my Dad, who has passed, trying to get in on the photograph

I hold your hand

I touch your face

I gently stroke

your hair

Your hands are

cold

Your eyes stay

closed

There is nobody there

I tell you

that I love you

I’m sorry that you’re

here

But I don’t think

you hear me

because nobody’s

there

My grieving started

a while back

And intensified

this year

I thank God you

can’t hear me crying

Because nobody’s there

It’s just a body

we’ll bury

With loving memories

we’ll hold dear

And I will miss you

terribly,

Because you

will

not

be here

Kait King 27th June 2020