Tonight, I will remember that day, and I will cry.

I miss you, Papa. 

In the park 

when I see a father chasing his daughter, 
and on the streets,
when I see them cycling together, 
and sometimes in the office, 
when I see that signature bottle. 

I also missed you terribly
when I caught a cold the other day.
I was in bed, sniffling, 

crying because I didn't want to be sick,
and I remembered when you ate my snot
just to make me happy. 
It did, back then when I was five, 
but not tonight. 

Tonight, I will remember that day, and I will cry.