jaklumen
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Untitled.
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Apr 8 08:03 UTC 2002 |
I don't think it will be the same
In my room at my old homestead.
I took most of my possessions long ago,
and yours were brought in instead.
I couldn't deny the long, slow decline
that was yours--
over your eyes, then your mind.
You were the first to meet my fulfillment,
and you called her "our girl."
I'm sorry we didn't visit more.
I remember the days you were in that room.
So many words of comfort
In my storm and indignation
against my own blood.
Now I must remember,
though I continue to struggle.
It has been twelve years
Since we laid your fulfillment to rest,
and I had put on stone.
It was my friends who inadvertly drew me near
To the site,
and I quietly came and could not stop the rain.
It was not long,
and then you were gone, too.
Dad called
And I was as naked as I felt.
It was then I agreed to help carry the husk of you.
It was all I could do for my dad, your good son
who cared for you so long.
I wonder if you watch
from beyond the veil.
Shut your eyes to my sin and shame
but open them to our child
who is coming soon.
I just wish you could see her with mortal eyes.
Be with me
when I don all the colors of my destiny.
You have been a guide to the path.
Continue to teach me the way
to pass on
with poise, dignity, virtue, and honor.
I hope you know now why we all have suffered,
at least for me.
I shall emerge from the flames
Refined, forged, and reborn
and I will see you face to face again.
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