On My Father's Death

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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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