by Maple Tree   Jul 31, 2023

Many words written of death-

Such a final word, as many words blanket

Such dark punctuation, as I see my father’s silhouette

Within ink.

He was a fisherman of the pen, I could never

Come close to his words but he adored mine and I his.

Just eating his lunch



Final ending to a life time of poetry,

this heart is so empty that it hurts

to write.


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  • 8 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Andrea, I've missed you so much, and I'm reading this with a lump in my throat. I feel that line, "this heart is so empty that it hurts to write", in my bones. I am so deeply sorry for your loss. There are no words to accurately portray that. Thinking of you during this time and sending all the love and support your way. I'm always a message away if you need anything. Sending endless virtual hugs to you, friend <3

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