I miss him so…

With the festive season approaching
The warm ray of sun bringing out the emotions that i tried to hide
I miss him more,
My selfish heart was hoping that I could see him during my next holiday
But he cannot wait for me.

And here i am missing his stories,
The loud volume of the TV, which i used to hear when i woke up
the arguments he used to have with my grandmother.

The way he called my name,
His inquisitive questions that he used to ask me every year;
As I sit down here to write this, with a heart full of regret.

I can see his warm smiling face,

And letting me to ponder, whether the dream I am chasing now;
At the cost of missing my love ones, will it be worthwhile?
Whether this journey will amend for all the things that I missed?

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