My Father's Grave

I didn't visit your grave last time I was in Istanbul. Your absence in my life has turned such a great presence in the core of my existence that it didn't make any sense to go to a cemetry. How could you be dead while you're here everyday in my thoughts?

I know your body is rotting there among others, but these feelings held me back. I am still your little daughter, remember? At times, I get scared.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for acting so coward.