Gone

Your hat hangs limp and still with your loss
faded and stained, every thread, precious
my tears blur with silhouettes of you, dad
your distinctive scent, I touch your well worn brim
the hallway darkens with an approaching storm
pounding raindrops pummel my grieving heart.
Written on 2/20/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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