Grave Turn

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I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.

Journal Entry # 135 – Never Give Up!

Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about. – Winston Churchill

Heart Attack

You broke my heart once more.
But, it’s OK.
At least it felt something.

I’m Broken

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By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

Lonely Heart

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It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.

Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.

I tired of being wrong.

Like a Dream!

Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.

Ashback # 2 – That Afternoon…

We played and played. Dad, at your service, what game shall we play next? You couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you…that afternoon, together.

I’ll stand that day, at the foot of your grave. Just past the last of those who cared. My presence will be for a moment, give a second for each stolen year. A prayer, I will bring only one. Cold eulogy from a son. Not because I have lost you. No…because I have forgotten you.

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Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about. – Winston Churchill

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You broke my heart once more. But, it’s OK. At least it felt something.

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By the ocean, before the night. I broke, from missing you.

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It barely even beats. Doesn’t matter though, now. Given this heart… only to stare at strangers, thinking that for a life’s blink, that stranger could have been you.

I tired of being wrong.

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Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.

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We played and played. Dad, at your service, what game shall we play next? You couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you…that afternoon, together.

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Like this:

I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.

You broke my heart once more.
But, it’s OK.
At least it felt something.

By the ocean,
before the night.
I broke, from missing you.

It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.

Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.