Sometimes I just sit and think of old times,
I think of how close we were,
No father or daughter could be closer.
I loved you so much.
I still do.
Every night, you used to cuddle me,
I used to fall asleep on you.
I loved these times.
I miss these times.
People say things about their dads,
And I sort of go off in my own world,
A world where you are there.
A world where you could still cuddle me.
Sometimes I see people that look abit like you,
I think to myself, what if it was him?
My dad?
I have visions of you coming back,
Me running into your arms.
Then I snap out of it.
I know it can't happen.
But I wish.
And I keep wishing.
