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HE WAS GONE “SIR JOHN” she cried I watched tears well up in her eyes She dropped to the ground That chair wasn’t helping Legs apart Hand holding her chest almost she wanted to rip it out her heart She didn’t need it anymore Realization slapped her in the face HARD And the dam broke. She cried Yes she did Like the nickname I gave her – baby Just like one she cried And my eyes understood the assignment And tears burst out I wasn’t crying because I knew the now late man But for how my heart broke SHATTERED For her Never had I seen her cry Not such tears Happy ones sure but sadness and loss were a different level like the titanic my heart crashed it crumbled under the weight of her pain In that moment I wanted to rip all the pain out of her heart I tried But there was no saving a loss is a loss and on that fateful night ... he left alongside a piece of her heart .
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
And on that fateful night ...
HE WAS GONE “SIR JOHN” she cried I watched tears well up in her eyes She dropped to the ground That chair wasn’t helping Legs apart Hand holding her chest almost she wanted to rip it out her heart She didn’t need it anymore Realization slapped her in the face HARD And the dam broke. She cried Yes she did Like the nickname I gave her – baby Just like one she cried And my eyes understood the assignment And tears burst out I wasn’t crying because I knew the now late man But for how my heart broke SHATTERED For her Never had I seen her cry Not such tears Happy ones sure but sadness and loss were a different level like the titanic my heart crashed it crumbled under the weight of her pain In that moment I wanted to rip all the pain out of her heart I tried But there was no saving a loss is a loss and on that fateful night ... he left alongside a piece of her heart .
A poem about the loss of my uncle one of the most painful days last year
Beenaa
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
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