Dad
by Sje
Something is lost every time you don’t say, “I love you”
and say, “Thanks for calling” instead.
More than losing you,
I am afraid of not hurting as much as I’m supposed to when you’re dead.
the seeds, the trees
"But once in a while there's a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, 'I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.'" – Richard Bach
the seeds, the trees 
Beautiful, and sadly very easy to relate to.