Thick is the tension that fills my every breath.

Heavy is my heart with the weight of these emotions inside my chest.

As this sadness seeps through my system at a rate I can't quite gage, I wonder what can heal my tattered heart of it's undying rage.

Though I do not ponder long, concluding there is no use.

How could a heart recover from such treacherous abuse?

Though broken, it beats strong like waves against the bay.

But my seas have grown shallow from the significance of this day.

And still it slows, waves just lightly lapping at the shore.

Because again I am reminded how I shall see him nevermore.

Then I feel my longs compress as though they might give way.

And now I am certain... Today must be fathers day.

... Sorry about the first version, I accidently posted it unfinished.