A poem

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You left.

You didn’t want to go.

But it was your time.

And I didn’t know how to be without you.

So I tried to replace you.

But that didn’t work.

So I tried again.

And that didn’t work either.

Because no matter how many pieces of people I put together.

I will never have another you.

So I must build a whole me.

From the little pieces I have left of myself.

After you left.

And took so much of me with you.

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father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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