He was my hero, funny, strong,
then without warning, cruel, crass, wrong.
He tore at my soul, left me a speck,
just like my father, years before.
It divides us. Makes our ships drift,
there is great emptiness not there a few days before.
Once laughing, now isolated and silent,
emotion cuts deeper than mere objects.
Do words ever heal, leave gaping gashes, do they fade?
Should trust matter?
Thinking your one then none.
How very delicate, disrespected so much.
Amazed at how the moments can forever change.
Hearts stop.
Too short, life, for this.
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