I wake with a start.
Something isn’t right.
No matter the hour,
I need to call.
Grabbing the phone,
I dial Dad’s area code.
I can’t remember his number.
I panic.
This makes no sense.
We talk every Sunday.
Tears flood my eyes.
Truth pierces.
It’s been nearly a year,
since he died.
Yet, he lives,
in my dreams.