Dad

It's hard to talk about you

Without my voice breaking

It will be a year in a month

Since I got that call 

& You were lying peacefully in bed

For the last time

But we'd like closure now

Still

No death certificate

& Last week I had to identify

His handwriting

With the police stood over me

asking if I knew anything

It's an in-depth inquest

& I just want it done

Because this stress is harder

Then I let on

Replaying these memories in my head

Crouched over your bed

Looking at the pillows

Where you last laid your head

& I asked why?

But we stripped the bed

Took the sheets

To the tip

& I cried

I still cry

Sometimes I call your phone

Just to hear your voice saying 

"Hi, leave a message after the tone..."