It’s been 4 months, 
16 weeks, 
160 days
No matter how you measure it, 

it’s been too long
that my father’s been gone. 
The man that carried me
out of a grocery store kicking and screaming
when I had a tantrum as a child.
The man who picked me up from
riding lessons and let me drive on the road
for the first time. 
The man that I could talk to on the phone
for hours at a time
is no longer on the other end of the line.
It feels like he has been both gone forever
and as if it happened only yesterday.