I realized something that made me halt in everything
The wind was knocked out of me and I swore I gasped louder than a crowd of people
I thought back to the years after my father died
How I craved someone often and searched for solace in fixing people
I grasp the fabric of my shirt
It wrinkles and I swallow thickly
The hole is back
The one that my fathers death carved out of me
Its still open once stuffed with tissue paper and now black, open, empty
I feel a deep sadness inside now
But I realize that I no longer want to fill the hole with projects
I actually don't want to get rid of it anymore
It's a dull reminder of the man who raised me
Teary eyed I sit down
I miss him
It hurts but somehow feels like it belongs
I look to the moon and wonder
Is this what healing feels like?
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