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It's Nearly Been a Year Since Your Death.

I bleed truth in the forms of similes and metaphors
with words backlashed on the tip of my tongue.
I spend most nights jotting down memories,
which seem like distant images in a desert mirage.
But still you never fade away.

I find your smile etched on every tree I see in dreams.
Your laughter floods in with Al Green and Marvin Gay
blaring in my ears, as I sit under a lonely sycamore.
I watch the sun set in the east
and it reminds me of how joyful you once were.

As I see the sky birth twilight I can't help but think of you.
You father, taker of burdens, man of helping hands;
You giver, gentle giant to never ask for anything in return.
I thank you for leaving me an abundance of blessings
in the forms of conversations and a home,
These gifts could never be replaced
by any worldly possessions.
After all, your love gave me a family
and your acceptance made me a man.