When You Want To See Me

“Your dad died many years ago.” I said.
“Yet you never visit his grave.”
“Did you have a falling out? “
“Is there something you never forgave? “

She smiled.
“Dad took my hand when he was sick.”
“In a few moments…he would fade.”
“He said, there’s no substitute for the time we’ve had…
and the memories we’ve made.”

“Our future’s about to be taken…
and I know that doesn’t seem fair…
but whenever you want to see me…
visit your memories…I’ll be there.”

“I don’t need to visit his grave”, she said,
“and I know he wouldn’t mind
for I visit him whenever I want
in the memories he left behind.”