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Calloused hands that grip mine,
walking me across the street safely
keeping me out of harms way.
They’d fought in battles
and brought men to safety
and still cradled me when I was new.
Memories of you are beginning to blur
as time goes by
and increases the distance between us.
The years you were here,
embedded in my psyche
that I cling to like a security blanket.
The way you’d come home
In uniform
the scent of the ships you spend days on
caked on like the oil on your fingertips.
You’d watch the evening news
and I’d use you as a human jungle gym
knowing you’d catch me every time I fell.
Every night it feels like the stars fall,
because you’re not here to name them with me anymore.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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