The heartwarming, but not heartfelt, epitaph for an absent father. In a fog of dissociation and disbelief, surrounded by raw and authentic grief, the poet has created a piece guaranteed to ring vitally true for everyone except herself.
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The heartwarming, but not heartfelt, epitaph for an absent father. In a fog of dissociation and disbelief, surrounded by raw and authentic grief, the poet has created a piece guaranteed to ring vitally true for everyone except herself.
MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips.
Here, I will speak the sadness,
the heartache, and the decaying
for all the unspoken.
Perhaps under this layer of melancholy,
the girl I once kne...