sometimes he speaks to me in that ethereal space…..

…just before falling asleep. i smell his scent — leather and Bulgari pour Homme, ever so faintly tinged with Tanqueray and tonic. I miss you, Daddy. Why did you have to go so soon?

I get out of bed and look at the faded photo of my daddy.  shit i miss him.  i don’t know why i felt like putting this in my blog, but damn it hurts.  at least once a day i still go to pick up the phone and call him and ask him how his day was.

perhaps i can find a telephone with enough MHz to reach the other side

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