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Pieces of Peace

Dad, I loved you how only the broken can be loved. Imperfectly. Trepidaciously.. And altogether too tentatively. I miss you now that you are gone how only the broken can be missed. Fully, piecemeal. Bit by bit, my mind tries to recreate you, alternating between the damaged rendering I got and the restored visitor of fleeting dreams.   †  
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In stark contrast, Mom loved you as if you were just a glue gun away from perfection. Loved you as if she could piece all your jagged bits together with that one emotion alone. She didnít ever get close, but that sure must have been something!.. to be loved like that, as fractured as you were. † † †  
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Thinking that maybe she loved you precisely because you were all bits and pieces as much as I loved you despite the cuts I received each time I ventured a bit too close. † † †
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Hoping you now rest complete in the peace you never had. †

R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
Published | Edited 17th May 2019
Author's Note
RIP
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