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My dad wrote 4 words on a tiny piece of paper,
these are the stages you’ll go through. 

He said shock anger and deep sadness,
in time acceptance will come too.
Oh,I wish I could fast-forward time, for that matter rewind.
I know you said time was blind,
now you are in a place that only exists in my mind.

I have this image of you leaning out the window,
your lungs encapsulating smoke,
but I would give everything to smell your cigarette’s burning,
you were always so impassive when you spoke.


I feel you with me all the time,
your guiding hands lead mine,
but I miss the stories that you’d share,
and the knitted garments that you always used to wear.

I am wearing nothing but your love,
and I can honestly say
that I think about you everyday.

I have this image of you leaning out the window,
your lungs encapsulating smoke,
but I would give everything to smell your cigarette’s burning,
you were always so impassive when you spoke.


Your house is empty, shelves are bare,
your presence felt, but you’re not there.
That’s where you sit, I mean where you sat,
I am still adjusting to getting used to that.
You won’t show up at my door.
Wherever you are I hope you find
what you were searching for.

(GRACE WOODROOFE)

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