When you left

I've always wondered how his skin felt...How his smile looked like...How his voice sounded. I don't remember, I was 3 and the memory is old and fuzzy like cheese left out on a hot week, It roots...Just like the memory. Although its crazy that only that one cold December day is stuck in my head. He told me goodbye. He knew his time was up...How could a man know it's time to go. Paralyzed for a year...motionless...speechless...but filled with fear knowing the things he would have to leave behind to be free....to sleep in peace.....i don't want to be selfish but i can't let him go....I want him back but how can I miss a man who I don't remember. Who feels like a Stranger.

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