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#5 hope

where were you?
all I ever wanted was an answer,
was it because it’s a Friday?
since then I’ve always hated Fridays.

what was your reason?
leaving something that is yours,
a four years old can’t think of that,
I can’t keep making one for you.

when you’re here, I hope we have enough time,
to redeem the ones we’ve wasted.

and we’ll try to reattach,
just like how I did with my toe.

d
d a
*picture of dad & I*

yo u ,

miss

I

PEACH, 2021