On My Father's Death
I never knew how much you meant
Until the day you came and went.
So many things that weren’t said
Rattle around inside my head.
I spill my tears in ink
When, of you, I think.
In my words nothing’s unsaid.
Although, you’ve left me, you’re dead.
In my words, I bring you back.
The unsaid things are in the black.
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