I stood in the entryway, and I told you he is gone.
I did that.
I know what happened when you left.
The reality of words.
I’ve been on the other side of the conversation.
It’s okay.
I cried too.
Not for him, but for you.
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Powerful poem! The “reality of words”….one can imagine so many words which could have been said. Thank you for sharing your gift!