Until That Day
The inspiration for this poem is my dear father, may he rest in peace.
Emptiness is creeping in
Knowing that missing piece is no longer there
Gone
Never to return
Until that day
Waiting to see
Waiting, waiting, just waiting
Time is passing
How can I fill the void
The void of the man who made me
Until that day
Still, I wait
When you look at me, what you don’t see
The depth
My soul
Aching
Begging for a glimpse of half of me
Nostalgic father
I am nostalgic
Until that day
The other half of me, where does it come from?
My slanted, crooked smile, my complexion
The Boricua in me, ¿dónde está Papi?
In heaven is where you be
Until that day, I wait
My mom instilled in me
Black, resilience, humility
Black, resilience, humility
She is the half of me
Empty inside? How can this be?
Nostalgic father
I am nostalgic
Two people came together as one
To create me
She is her and he is him
She is here and he is there
Forever encapsulated in my heart you will remain
Thoughts of you never bring feelings of disdain
Although my heart is heavy
Until that day, until that day
That we reunite
The anticipation, anticipation brings me pure delight
Until that day
Nostalgic father
. Thank you, David and Carol Anne. 
