Day One: Poem
My confidant, my partner in crime, my buddy; MY PA
I see your reddish-brown skin, warm, gentle eyes, and
tanned, rugged hands.
I hear your distinguishable laughter, feel my broken
heart, and taste my uncontrollable tears.
I wonder: where are your blue jeans, red flannel shirt, and moccasins?
I feel empty because you are silent,
I feel cheated because you left too soon,
and yet, I feel lucky to have shared so many wonderful years.
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