Missing My Daddy

I think of you often,
I miss you every day.
My heart hurts,
that's all I can say.

Sometimes I have a memory
good or bad,
and it reminds me of the times
I wish I could have had.

I hate how you died,
in bed all alone.
I kick myself because I didn't talk more
last time we spoke on the phone.

I'm glad you're not in pain
I'm glad you're at peace.
But I can't help being selfish
and wanting my own pain to cease.

If I can only hug you,
even in my dreams,
I can't find words to say
how much it means.

I wake up
and choke back tears.
Just one dream hug from my Daddy
is always enough to quell my fears.