The Black Box

Saw my dad today sitting on a mantle next to my mom. First Father's Day he's been with us in 8 years. No hugs, no kisses, no I love you's in return.

I saw my dad today, sitting in a dusty black plastic box, sealed only by scotch tape. His memory bear sitting next to that dusty plastic box, made of a shirt he wore.

I saw my dad today, a reminder of how short life is. The most significant loss in my life at that time, the only man I've truly loved, he took a part of my heart when he died.

I saw my dad today and that piece of my heart that died with him, no longer beating but burnt to ashes in that dusty black plastic box, sealed only with scotch tape.