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I sat in your chair today.  
Usually, I avoid it.  
It still seems wrong  
when anyone but you  
occupies a space  
only your big presence could fill.  
Breathed in deep  
from these inhereted lungs  
and let you soak in.
There is a photo,
You with Madison on your shoulders.  
The epitome of grandpa
It hangs joyously  
on the side of the extra fridge  
in the hallway utility room  
Like entering church,  
it was fingers dipped of holy water  
signing the cross.

Every single coming and going  
passing it by
was a ritual  
of whispered 'hello'  
then, 'until next time.'
Until today,  
3523 days later
it's gone without explanation  
and so was my composure  
the entire drive home.  
He would have been the peacekeeper  
The one saying  
that our alikeness isn't a detriment
and why "I should be the bigger person"  
as her way
will always be unchanged
in it's abrasiveness.  
Him, asking—needing me  
to be properly patient  
and more importantly  
like myself
Because he always knew  
alike doesn't mean
Written by Bluevelvete
Author's Note
Missing my dad.... like crazy.
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