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wow this sounds like a relationship and how you feel within yourself in it great write ❤️
Thank you, Crimsin. 🙂
This has me thinking about my dad. This is very good Tim, I like this alot
Thanks, Fia. 🙂
On point, Tim. I love the reflective nature of this. It has powerful meaning on its own, as a read for us too.
My father died slow, and quite aware of it all, til the end. I was his friend more than his son. But it was crushing just as much.
Your write is outstanding.
Thank you Styx. You’re lucky, my father didn’t know who I was in the end. He thought I was a hospital worker being he was in and out of there so much. He may have known on the last night, but I’ll never know for sure.
Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. This one pulls at the heartstrings. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you for your thoughts, Damian.
Tim, I felt this in the marrow of my bones deep in a place I haven’t visited in so long. Truly a deeply felt poem with a melancholy beauty that was perfect for this night’s reading.
John
I appreciate you taking the time, John. Thanks.
This captures the way memory frays at the edges. A tender, aching piece.
Thanks so much for the comment, Curly.