in the blink of an eye the father lost
his breath, & passed like a vision
on the screen, to think one would
recall the former years is to not
know the pain of the loss afterward,
if I told you I loved you & spent a
night with a lover would you know
my love or would it just be another
thing you'd let go of every night till
you found one to make you no longer
know me,
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