i was not your lover
i think i would cry the day your tiktoks stopped showing up on my for you page.
no matter if you want me to or not,
i simply can’t forget about your existence.
i can’t deny your role,
your enormous role in my life.
three years without
yesterday marked three years since your memorial
at the club;
the one you took josh and me to as kids
on saturdays,
dadurdays,
bradurdays,
more than two decades ago.
February 25th, Again
It’s been one year since I got that mid-afternoon phone call. The one where I asked, “Mom, what are you saying?” when I knew exactly what she was.
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