I went on a Halloween Night for a travel <br />through the night. <br />For it was the night after I died. <br />Flowing through the air and going through <br />objects. <br />I visit a few people but not the one <br />who mourns the most. <br />I'm afraid of their reactions at first. <br />For no one knows how my child will <br />act. <br />She has lost me in body now although <br />I never left her. <br />I sit over her and watch her tears <br />drip like running water. <br />For I am the only one who sees the <br />tears. <br />The tears are songs of rhythm as they <br />fall one by one or two by two. <br />By night' end I watch her fall asleep <br />in piles of tears on the pillow she <br />lies her head upon. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />R.I.P. Daddy. I Love And Miss You