This Year, Flowers

Yes Dad, I bought flowers I know it's early But I wanted you to have them for Father's Day Unlike last year when there weren't any They're purple and white; appropriate for yr surroundings The silence of the cemetery is deafening This time, I won't cry Can we talk for a while? I hope you're not still angry Like you were in that dream I had A couple of days ago Although, I can't shed anymore tears I will never stop thinking of you I still yr little girl; the apple of yr eye I miss you very much Do you miss me?