Everything is different now

It’s August.

The funeral is over.

The apartment is empty.

A week goes by; emotions fade.

I throw out the pen caps you used to 

collect and this reminds 

me that you're 

gone

Its September 

and I miss you. 

With October comes

the latest atrocity,

and I miss your outrage;

I miss your empassioned speeches 

about the dance between human 

wickedness 

and the better angels of our nature.

Now, November__now December

and the snow has yet to fall.

But Christmas is

colder this year. 

The tree sits vacant without 

your angel on top of the tree

—No one's been able to find it since

you've left. 

Your nutcrackers are silent too

(No more jingles/no swan lake).

December changes into February 

and I miss you. 

It's valentine's day and love flows 

from others lips.

It flows from mine too

“I miss you, Dad.”