I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

I know an alcoholic is the worse, but sometimes I wonder if it's better to have a drinking father that lives at home, or a drinking father, that never comes around.

Yesterday, with you, is as close as today. But tomorrows without you, will always be far away.

I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.