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  • Michelle Moore

What isnt said.

I thought

to say a few words

the day we buried you.

But how am I to reduce

a person like you

to a few sentences?

and the words,

the words wont come.

Only tears.

Tears for all I knew,

and for all I didn't know.

You loved me your own way.

Like an echo,

It had finally arrived mom.

I hear you now.

Forgive me.


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