June

I miss you everyday
Most especially in June
When other daughters take their fathers out
And this time they pay the bills
Much I can do lately is write to you
I always do and here is another one now

How are you doing there?
I never really believed in the afterlife
But it gives me hope that you are at some place
And you see and hear me
So I thought I might as well believe it
My sister talked to me about her fears
She said she was starting to question so many things
I cried.
How am I this weak when it comes to this?
Where do you think I got this from?
You and Mama were always so strong
Mama is okay by the way, same old hobby
We talked the night and her laugh is still contagious
You know, one night I realized I may be inlove
Got me weak in the knees
I would have been scared to tell you this
You were always strict, in a hushed way
Which made me more tense
Without you here I am free to do what I want
A lonely kind of freedom
I didn't think anyone could ever not want having freedom
But I seem to not want mine recently

I never really believed that things happen for a reason
I've never seen it, or heard of it
But it gives me hope that one day I will
And it is something to wake up to in the coming tomorrows.