On My Father's Death



I never knew how much you meant

Until the day you came and went.


So many things that weren’t said

Rattle around inside my head.


I spill my tears in ink

When, of you, I think.


In my words nothing’s unsaid.

Although, you’ve left me, you’re dead.


In my words, I bring you back.

The unsaid things are in the black.



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