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its difficult seeing a man that ive known for almost 17 years
fill only four large black trash bags with his life/posessions.
it's even more difficult, hearing that man practically sob in the passenger seat
as i try to fight back tears and drive through fogged up eyes.
it was the most difficult, i think, having to see his slump, figure
disappear into the doorway of a shabby white house, waving goodbye.
my father no longer lives with us.
and even though he was practically a ghost in this house.
but his absence is too loud
and i feel like i havent cried this much in years.
i'm sorry dad. i really, really am.
fill only four large black trash bags with his life/posessions.
it's even more difficult, hearing that man practically sob in the passenger seat
as i try to fight back tears and drive through fogged up eyes.
it was the most difficult, i think, having to see his slump, figure
disappear into the doorway of a shabby white house, waving goodbye.
my father no longer lives with us.
and even though he was practically a ghost in this house.
but his absence is too loud
and i feel like i havent cried this much in years.
i'm sorry dad. i really, really am.