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That time when I found that card
that Dad had found afterward
and given to me
signed by him
sadly sloppily
and on your
behalf because
you couldn’t.
That time when I sounded like you
and didn’t mean to
and she and I
laughed and laughed
until we couldn’t
anymore.
That time when I called
like I always did
just to trade
words and time
because that was how
we loved.
All the times that I hear
your voices
in all the moments of my
reflection of choices
and all of the times
that I try to remember
the wisdom you gave to me
when I was too stubborn to listen
and all I could do was fly away
literally, and day by day,
I grew further.
The time when I came back
after all of that
and I said I was sorry.
That time the other day
when you were both alive again
and okay
when I told her my story
that I would never understand
the pain
and about how I felt
insane
because life is different now —
my new refrain.
When have words alone, ever been enough?
— agod