In Memory of One Forgotten

I lost him today.
Can still feel his absence
As his life slipped away
No words to pray
Knowing the day would come
Still not sure what to say
Or even what to feel
Could this real?
How do you mourn someone you weren't incredibly close to?
And yet I grieved as if I'm supposed to

Fast forward
How fast the years go by
It's not easier but still I try
To honor him properly
Though the ashes fly
Still miss my absent father
I can't lie
No grave or tombstone to place the roses by
Just the rose in my heart that will never die

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Day 19: Write in Someone Else’s Voice

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breath taking

the essence of the mountain; i'm standing on it, our ecstasy, it captures love's atonement love...,can't buy...sell it or loan it purpose in this life, you know you want it, love's like blood, it's death's opponent it flows through your veins and arteries, don't it? but when you're cut, it burns like alcohol on it all the bads and the blames it's time we own it, prayers without words, sighs and groanings your spirit torn open, my soul is mourning but love's in the midst of the painful moments making love, is more than moves and moaning it's the spirit interlocking of man and woman the soul's always searching and constantly roaming but true love is only made when souls are growing.

love is an offering

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