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Theres a hole in my soul

that wont let me rest

it festers and shifts,

never leaving me in peace
It wells up with memories and certain songs,

with smells of him and manners of others

that remind me.

There used to be a part of me that

could deal with this

but she has been pushed aside,

hushed on this day of his birth,

66 years ago today in cold, dark Cleveland.

Now I feel this hole even deeper,

growing with every year,

taking in more memories and more pictures,

things I wish I could share

but can’t.

And so it comes down to this,

sitting at a computer,

listening to the radio,

drinking hot chocolate with whip cream and Kahlua,

and wondering what I’m doing to do with myself.
As the snow falls the tears hit the keyboard

and I drink my cares away.

Dec 11, 2003-the 66th birthday of my Father, may he RIP

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