When he left home that day, I had no idea we’d never see him again. Now, my father is a feeling inside I carry with me everywhere.

I imagine more than remember my father. But I know he had a big heart.

When the world’s quarantine is over, I still will long to return home.

“At night, an aching absence awakens me. That burning won’t leave me alone.” The hole I feel is the gap left by my father.