Remembering

Today’s a year since I last met my dad This thought, this memory, makes me quite sad Although we made calls months after that On the phone screen he just seemed quite flat

The care home tried to keep us in touch But nothing really mattered as much As wanting to see him face-to-face And this wasn’t allowed to take place

People said lockdown’s not forever But we can never be together For ‘tho’ I tried to patiently wait Everything has happened far too late