The Loss

I will never love another,
As I love him.
Life without him.
Is empty and dim.
I will never recover.
From this greatest loss.
Into the memories,
that part of my life been tossed.
Death appeared.
In the cold, dark, night.
Drew my father's last breath.
Before morning light.
I was five at the time.
But the pain still remains.
My tears daily fall.
Can I be blamed?
My father's place,
Can never be filled.
But his love still survives.
And always will.