He has been gone for about a year now
And boy, would I like to talk with him right now.
We had a way of helping one another reset,
Like we walked a similar path despite the differences
Of age, viewpoints, hobbies -- nearly everything, really.
I love you, Dad. I wish we could talk because my brain
Is a spaghetti mess of short circuits, doubts,
And a little bit of confusion thrown in for good measure
Right about now.
I guess all I can hope for
besides getting my mind right once again
Is that I can be there for my boy and my friends
The way you were always there for me.