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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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