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Remember me? You once called me the apple of your eye And now you don't call at all. I can't say we both look upon the same set of stars because we don't. And I can't say we both look at the same moon when I see it from my bedroom window because I know it is daytime there. Remember when you taught me to love the ocean as we sat out together on the rocks while you caught fish and I caught ***** How we would fish until the sun sank into the water and the tides and the moon rose? Do you remember? All of those times you said "I love you" all the times you hugged me so tightly How if anyone would ask about me you'd hold me under your arm and say, "This is my daughter!" with the biggest grin on your face. Do you remember? All the stories you used to tell about the first scrambled egg or the higgledy-piggledy wangra Are they still there? Or has the heat of the Sri Lankan sun and the hum of the ceiling fan let these memories drift away? Have you forgotten me? I let you back into my heart just so you could break it again with silence. You told me how bad it felt To lose your dad. Why did you take away mine?
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:34 AM UTC
Halibut and Scrambled Eggs (10.27.12)
Remember me? You once called me the apple of your eye And now you don't call at all. I can't say we both look upon the same set of stars because we don't. And I can't say we both look at the same moon when I see it from my bedroom window because I know it is daytime there. Remember when you taught me to love the ocean as we sat out together on the rocks while you caught fish and I caught ***** How we would fish until the sun sank into the water and the tides and the moon rose? Do you remember? All of those times you said "I love you" all the times you hugged me so tightly How if anyone would ask about me you'd hold me under your arm and say, "This is my daughter!" with the biggest grin on your face. Do you remember? All the stories you used to tell about the first scrambled egg or the higgledy-piggledy wangra Are they still there? Or has the heat of the Sri Lankan sun and the hum of the ceiling fan let these memories drift away? Have you forgotten me? I let you back into my heart just so you could break it again with silence. You told me how bad it felt To lose your dad. Why did you take away mine?
I miss my dad...
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:34 AM UTC
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