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Feb 2018
I’m glad I held on
Held your hand
One last time
One last breathe
Gone
Cold
I was told
You left us
I’m glad I held on
Held your hand
One last time
As you ascended
Memories
Imagining
You regaining your strength
In your limbs
In your mind
You shined
Smiled
I’m glad you held on
The way you did
Until I released
You back to Him
I’m glad I held on to you
My body tells me it’s time
Even though my mind
Hates the memory of losing
A best friend
A laughter out loud
A smile with a few good teeth
A working man with working hands
I’m glad I held on
Held your hand
One last time
No #FuckCancer gofundme page will ever replace you
No brown eyes with a gray tint to look at
Drown in
Get lost in
No sound of rough feet rubbing together
Sounded like matches
No more car watching on the porch as people passed
That’s your baby girl?
That’s your grandpa?
Nope that’s my daddy giggles
No more haircuts on the porchNo new memories
I’m just so glad
Glad I held on
Held your hand


Happy Birthday
February 24 is my father’s birthday. He died when I was 14 years old due to colon cancer that metastasized and shut down his kidneys. He was my best friend. Similar to his eulogy I wrote about his hands.
Siren
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Siren  21/F/Nowhere
(21/F/Nowhere)   
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     --- and jza aguilar
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