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Karmen was Heard Nov 2024
I hear the flute
Its joyful melody.
I see my wife
Our daughter Melody.
I think of my wife
And her full of life
With our daughter, Melody.

I hear the crash
And then the tuba.
I hear naught else
It's just the tuba.
I think of the life
Who destroyed my wife
Our cursed daughter, Melody.

I hear trombones
It's getting better.
I see the day
It's getting brighter.
I think of the life
That destroyed my life
My blameless daughter, Melody.

I hear the horns
Their far-spread high-notes.
But mostly horns
And mostly low notes.
I think of my wife
And the love of her life
Our damning daughter, Melody.

I hear the trumpet
The different rhythm.
It has some movement
But mostly rhythm.
It's not the same
But it'll do
My beautiful daughter, Melody.

I hear clarinets
Their soaring melody.
Reminds me so much of
My daughter Melody.
Who came out of strife
To salvage my life
My angel daughter, Melody.
Nothing like this actually happened to me, I just wanted to capture the recovery of someone that this has happened to. If something like this has happened to you, and this is way off, please let me know.
Lexi Oct 2024
it’s not sad  
   it’s lonely     
  a piece inside you yearning to be held by your mother; she was both you’re first best friend and heartbreak. Your heart will cry for what you once had or never did.. always envious of the mother daughter bond. You spend hours imagining what the future would look like with your kids and her. Then realize it’ll never happen. It’s not sad my dear, the bitter sweet ghosts of your past will play with your memories,  will squeeze your chest until it hurts to breathe, crippling your lungs leaving your body hollow and cold like a forgotten mausoleum with only the echoes of your heartbeat to let you know
you’re alive and
alone and
she isn’t coming back
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