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LINGERING OLD SCAR

Twenty two years down the line
An old grief comes visiting
Like a thief robbing me of my happiness
When he passed I did not know how to shed a tear
I dived across the floor to feel some pain
But all I felt and still feel is a shape shifting emptiness
That can become anything at anytime
From a longing, anguish, and many more faces than I have words to say 
Now twenty two years down the line
I shed tears for the passing of my old man
Who died as young as I am today
Twenty two years down the line
I wonder what he could have done to make my life better
Not the my life is not good enough
But there is this feeling that there is something we could do together
There is this persistent feeling that we missed something we could do together
I close my eyes and shade tears that would and should never show
One tear that I should have shade twenty two years ago but never showed
I sigh looking at my little boy
Thinking that grief is crazy
And scars never really heal

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