It’s been a year exactly since you breathed your last,

and I am still not sure how to feel about it all.

Spaces of nothing, a vast inexplicable sense of nothing

sits within me, refusing to budge in the slightest.

You are gone. My final goodbye delivered over thousands

of miles of water and land and space and unspoken wishes.

My Papa.

No longer here but, hopefully, in a better place.