He haunts me, suddenly now at times, my father’s shade; after almost ten years: he’s there in those early pre-dawn times when the ghosts run on the bedroom walls and I’m alone with nothing but my thoughts and, childlike, I keep my eyes shut, and I wonder if I did enough, if I made him proud given the decisions I made, unguided!, the decisions I was forced to make when I could have used his counsel…
But, alas, he was gone too quick, and how I was mad at him for leaving when he did.
And how he left me, alone, to deal with all this…
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