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Give

Come back…

It’s not fair to them.

They need what I can’t give.

Why’d you have to leave?

Gone

Life is empty.

We are lost now.

The children…

And you are gone.

Ghost

Are you here now?

Can you see?

See what you’ve left behind.

It’s hard to imagine

You’re gone.

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Written by

daniel-farnam

American

Published: Nov 4, 2010
LinesWords: 1652

Notes: original 11/5/20010. I wrote this thinking, what if my father died while I was young? This is what came to me.

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