Go to work

Oct 30, 2024

Another poem on memory and loss as I reach the anniversary of losing my dad.

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I'm yet to torture myself with your voice 
Your sibling an analogue 
Movements just close enough 
The hand wavers, a cough,

It's easier to say you are of a building 
To fit you in the lines of a poem
Memories caught up between the words 
Safe from having to relive them

Take up from your bed and go to work
And go to work and go to work
Until I forget so completely 
That I become you

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