Dear Dad, Still Believing

Dear Dad, I still remember that cold ass winter. The way the

room smelled like defeat. Watching cancer fucking eat you thinner. Stealing pieces you

couldn't keep. You tried to laugh but fuck, I heard it. The fear behind

each shallow breath. I held your hand like I could curse it.

But no one gets to bargain death. And every year, I feel

that fucking echo. Your voice, your face. The pain I can't let go.

Dear Dad, can you hear me screaming? Fuck cancer for the way it

stopped your breathing. There's so much shit we never said. So many dreams