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I’d Rather Be…

I’d rather be
listening to your voice,
than drying my tears.

I’d rather be…
hearing your life stories from you,
than others sharing for you.

I’d rather be…
holding your hand
than carrying your casket.

You’d rather be…
flying planes in the valley
than watching us weep.

I'd Rather Be Flying

Weep

The day earth fell,
it was gloomy.

Those dreadful words
I detested came true.

News slipped between
the mountain ridges.

I wept like a willow tree,
leaving water everywhere.

Time to piece together,
the man you were.


In the days coming, I’m sure I’ll write more but for now this poem will suffice. Friday night, my biological father passed away. Four days before my 24th birthday.