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Schools out
I sit on my bed conflicted, I feel bothered. Empty at most, it's just silent, moesha reruns playing in the background. But tuned out due to the loudness of my thoughts. The hole in my heart swallowing everything in the room like a large sinkhole, my breath gets caught by a lump pushing its way in my throat. A panic attack, I breath, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10. I sob into my knees feeling like a nut job, a feeling of longing for those big arms to come suffocate me with love. The sense of urgency he had when I only got a subtle scrape on my knee, all the way to the understanding and support I needed to express who I am.
He's gone, my pops. Up and left no trace of his sweet honey smell.
I toss and turn hoping when I wake up he's downstairs cooking my favorite, his famous french toast.
