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Regret

For my dad.

By Tressa RosePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Regret
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Regrets

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We all have them

Some more than others

Some worse, some not so bad.

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They all eat us alive just the same

Like maggots on a rotting corpse

I could relate that

To last time my dad called me

And I ignored it over something stupid

That's one more time I could have talked to you.

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How could I have known

I'd get a call less than a week later

Stating you were dying

And they were reaching out to me

For the okay to pull the plug.

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Fuck you for leaving me to make that choice.

Fuck me for missing that one last call.

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I wonder what we would have talked about

More about how I'm getting into tarot?

Or maybe how the prison is still treating you like shit,

Maybe we'd reminisce on how we both really miss the girls.

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I don't know

I think I'm missing you because it's Halloween season

And you loved Halloween.

Well I always miss you,

It's just predominantly heavier right now.

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Still wish you were here

To see how much I've grown,

The things I've overcome...

You'd be proud.

Thanks for being my rock

Even when you're gone.

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About the Creator

Tressa Rose

On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.

Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear

https://a.co/d/98H2vCF

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    Written by Tressa Rose