I stand looking out at where he used to stand. Every Sunday morning walking around greeting, putting people in a better mood. Now empty of him jut filled by others. My heart breaks knowing that I will never see him again, that he will never know me as his son. I am grateful for the time we had, though I wish it had been longer. How long can I stand to stare at the site week after week with his absence as my existence wavers. It's been three years but it feels like yesterday. He had a deep love for this place and I can't love it as he did no matter how hard I try.
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Depths of my mind
RastgeleCompilation of things ive written. PLease don't steal and if you want to use it just ask :) Please give it a read. There are darker themes within this, so please be aware of that.
