My father was my first best friend
And my father has just died
I took the call, the news, a seat
And buckled up for a ride
*
What do I do now?
I guess you call the M.E.
And then
Whatever,
Explore grief for the next 200 years.
After that these strangers named family want money
Before you've even dried any tears.
*
I was saying, look at this button, this bottle, this pen,
He was here and now he is not.
Some grabbed up a few memories and cherished their love,
Others spent all day assessing the lot.
*
I'm so lost in my loss,
Booze my sobering sauce,
My grief is made from love that
No one else has
No one came hopeful with backpacks or boxes,
Just paperwork and
Thick garbage bags.
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Kiki Le Tigre
Kiki Le Tigre is a part-time poet, part-time human, committed to honest self expression. This expression is made public in hopes of inspiring others, or creating a connection point for those who may feel lost. Email: [email protected]
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I’m sorry for your loss. I hope writing about your grief is a therapeutic practice for you.
I'm so sorry for your loss. You did an excellent job of capturing the feelings of losing a loved one here.
Omg, I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 I can only imagine the devastation you're feeling. Cry as much as you want, it's a good way to express our feelings. Sending hugs and prayers to you