Day by day
I walk through my house
and remember the night
that he died.
The wheeze in his breath
the fear in his eyes.
To tell him I loved him
I tried.
But the lump in my throat
and the look on his face
made it impossible
to say goodbye.
Now all I have left
is the guilt in my gut,
the dog, the cat,
and everything but.
The one thing I want
most in my life
is my father back,
along with his wife.
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