Realities set in...

I go on with my life, with you in my heart. But once in a while, I realize, you're indeed no longer here.
I look at your things, with the dust; your stuff were never moved since then and will never be used no more.
This pain just keeps on getting stronger, I thought it'll pass.
But no, it will never end, it's here.
Papa, your memories are here. Each day I always think of you.
The freshness of the hurt and pain when you left is still here.
They say it'll be over each day but I beg to differ- it's not.
It's still here Pops and I'm still hurting much.