Hopeless

I hate that I can’t see your face,
Except for a picture on the mirror.
But I love that when I look at it,
I feel you’re near.
I hate that I can’t speak to you,
When I the word Dad.
But I love the way your voice is in my memory,
from all the talks we had.
But I really love to believe there is a heaven past sky.
The thing I love to hate most
is when people think I’m so strong.
But it actually only seems that way because
I can’t accept that you’re Gone!

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