When I speak, my words turn to ash,
Everything I say, runs off into nothingness.
Without you, I'm not a whole,in fact I'm nothing..empty..
Like words sought out in question.
I'm not the mark which was made between.
I'm just a line. Drawn onto a blank page.
I am simple. Yet hurting...
I miss you. But if I can call you back with "misses" I'd be rich with angel kisses..
Where are you now if place is such a noun?
Vacant.
That's where.
Vacant. But thanks for loving.
Thanks for loving me. You loved me when I felt weaker than the latest lead on a pencil.
You loved me when love was a "drowning piece".
Thank you dad. I love you.
Happy Thanksgiving. And thanks. For giving. ❤️
I miss you. More than a child misses their first snowstorm. And more than a dry cloud misses the rain.
I miss you daddy...
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