I want to remember

the father I had,

not by blood,

but by memories shared

between two hearts

closer then the

space between

interlocked fingers.

.

I want to remember

the man I loved

before I knew that love

was a tangible thing,

felt in glowing smiles,

warm embraces,

and grinning eyes.

.

I want to remember

the days we shared,

not even separated by

sleep, for my dreams

followed me into reality

where nightmares

could never reach me.

.

I want to remember

our last hello,

the way your smile

touched my heart

and made me grin

when not even God

could have forced

my lips to change.

.

I want to remember

the father I wanted,

the dad that I thought

I would never have,

and never realized was

there all along,

right above my head.