Friday, April 9, 2021

Third time is the harm.

What was once a reason to celebrate,

now it's a hurtful reminder.

That you are not here.

That there won't be a cake and candles to blow.

No presents, no parties, no laughter.

Your voice won't be heard.

A reminder that birthdays are negated when someone passes.

That you came, but that you left too.

Left too soon.


I fucking miss you dad..




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