Elusive smiles would grace then swiftly desert your face
Changing moods — up/down, here/gone, mostly gone
Lucky,
I confess, because the downs would get really down
Papa, thank you for leaving
Sincerely
Ending things is a gift and this one was your best
*****
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Lily Séjor
Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
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Very raw and beautifully written!
Sad for you, but I get it
What a unique take on this, and on the purpose and value of a father to a child.
This is powerful. It creates a lot of mixed feelings; a wide range of emotions, in just a few words.
Not all fathers are created equal. Mine was a mess, but so are we all in some way or the other. So may faults we do not know to be illnesses undiagnosed, we can only hope for the best.