(Published February 2021)

Sorrow wakes me in the morning

And mourning starts

When I think of him

I should have said goodbye to him

I couldn’t bring myself

To go to his wake

So his ghost finds me

On odd days

Sneaks in, and I could hear 

Him laugh with a voice

I swear I had forgotten

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