I miss my Dad,
he acted like, and he told me;
he was proud of me a s a Kid.

I was his "SWAP MEET SELLER",
at the beginning of my life.
And his "SWAP MEET SELLER",
at the end of his life.

Selling all his clothes
as he watched me outside,
from his rented hospital bed.

I sold all of his wordly possessions
or it seemed to me it was that much.
Fishing gear, suits, hat collection...
It was the first and the last time,
that I didn't want to be his "SWAP MEET SELLER".

Slow, hot tears fall, and the reality stands stark before you
in the sunlight & at night.
That person is never cooming back.
That love that you loved and needed,
is no longer on this planet,

With almost every heartbeat
thre is pain,
pain for the loss of a loved one
that we never regain.