The last time I said goodbye
Farewell
Safe roads
Good winds
to my father
who gave me life
I cried myself to sleep
for three days I would
lie there
In the camping tent
Clenching my hands
Around his shirt
still with his aftershave lotion
Maybe I knew it then
It would be the last time
I would see my father
The next time
I said
Farewell
Safe roads
Good winds
To that stranger
Who shares my nose
I thought that maybe
I could learn from him
how not to love
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 8:26 PM UTC
The last time I said goodbye
Farewell
Safe roads
Good winds
to my father
who gave me life
I cried myself to sleep
for three days I would
lie there
In the camping tent
Clenching my hands
Around his shirt
still with his aftershave lotion
Maybe I knew it then
It would be the last time
I would see my father
The next time
I said
Farewell
Safe roads
Good winds
To that stranger
Who shares my nose
I thought that maybe
I could learn from him
how not to love
Loving him is still a weird thing to do, I still remember the time I would run into his arms. Now, I just walk towards him.
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