Poetry

I miss him everyday.
I always think of him.
It hurts to know he's not here on earth anymore.
In the middle of the day i sometimes begin to cry.
People ask whats wrong.
I say nothing and walk away.
We used to go to the park in the middle of the day.
Sometimes he would wake me up in the middle of the night to eat Oreo's it Corn flakes and talk the night away.
One day my dad past away.