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Dad used to walk past the closet and smell your clothes Maybe he was trying to remember what it felt like to hold you They don't smell like you anymore I wonder what he fills that closet with now Maybe winter clothes Or shoes Or tears I wonder if he turns over in the middle of the night to see if the right side of the bed is still empty I think he cried when he gave away your coffee machine And I wonder if he still has all of your mugs and your Hard Rock Cafe glass I wonder if he misses you in the passenger seat And still knows your phone number by heart like I do I wonder how much he sold the recliner for that you died in Did he tell the buyer that his wife died in it? I wonder if he calls you his wife or his ex-wife when he speaks about you I wonder if he just calls you "Wendy" or "my daughter's mom" I wonder what he did with your lipstick and your purses I wonder if he still eats at the Thai place you liked and if he sits alone I wonder if he avoids going to church because it's where we had your service I wonder if he talks to you in his head I wonder if he'll ever tell me how much he misses you Now that I know what's it's like to love someone, I can't imagine them dead I'm so sorry Dad.
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Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 7:54 PM UTC
I wonder
Dad used to walk past the closet and smell your clothes Maybe he was trying to remember what it felt like to hold you They don't smell like you anymore I wonder what he fills that closet with now Maybe winter clothes Or shoes Or tears I wonder if he turns over in the middle of the night to see if the right side of the bed is still empty I think he cried when he gave away your coffee machine And I wonder if he still has all of your mugs and your Hard Rock Cafe glass I wonder if he misses you in the passenger seat And still knows your phone number by heart like I do I wonder how much he sold the recliner for that you died in Did he tell the buyer that his wife died in it? I wonder if he calls you his wife or his ex-wife when he speaks about you I wonder if he just calls you "Wendy" or "my daughter's mom" I wonder what he did with your lipstick and your purses I wonder if he still eats at the Thai place you liked and if he sits alone I wonder if he avoids going to church because it's where we had your service I wonder if he talks to you in his head I wonder if he'll ever tell me how much he misses you Now that I know what's it's like to love someone, I can't imagine them dead I'm so sorry Dad.
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Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 7:54 PM UTC
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