To My Lost Uncle:

Our weekly visits to your house,
Seems so long ago now,
That dollar bill you once stole
Remains firmly in my pocket

That smile you used to have
We no longer see
The sodas you used to give
Your brother now gives

The trips you used to take us on

Have all but disappeared.

The happiness we had with you,

Is no longer there

Will you be happy
To see me now
Or will you
Be ashamed of how I turned out.

You used to say your greatest fear

Was that you would bury your family

But my greatest fear was

A life without you

Sometime when I'm lost and confused

I just remember you

And your lost smile

And try to make things better

You were my father

When I didn't have one

And I will never get over

The loss of having you gone