Inconsolable

These days, as I walk to class,  my father's face appears in my mind. I can see him. I can feel his absence so intensely that it leaves me disoriented. I look around me, at trees and sky and people and I think of how he is gone forever, how I exist in a world without him and how incomprehensible that truth is.

I want to find him. I want him close to me. I want to say I have a father again.

 I am inconsolable.