Dad


The clock strikes 11:58 as you take your final breath
I know it’s done I know you’re gone
though I don’t want to believe it
The word “death” bounces through my mind
as i try to piece together what just happened
The realization finally hits me
now I’m guided on a journey
holding hands with grief.

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