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.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
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.
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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