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It's been years since you passed away.
An odd fact that I forgot.
That is, until one day, it appeared.
Showing signs of wear, thankfully, no rot.
A piece of paper, reminding me that:
It's been years since you passed away
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Not just a piece of paper, your Social Security Card.
Forgotten in a drawer that I rarely use,
Placed in a plastic bag and wrapped in delicate tissue.
Tears form in my eyes,
As I realize,
It's been years since you passed away.
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Dropping to my knees, I cry.
Feeling the lack of closure,
Even though I said goodbye.
All traces of you were long gone, or so I thought.
Memories flash like a camera shot,
It's been years since you passed away
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Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
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Comments (4)
You've captured that unexpected wave of grief so beautifully. Something small can just bring everything back.
Thank you for sharing. Sorry for this pain you endure. Really felt your voice and your pain my lovely. 💜💜
Very touching. I felt those creases in the paper.
Beautifully written & expressed. Sorry 4 your loss...