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The Message

Today would've been the day
when I telephoned at sunrise
to wish you Happy Father's Day.
Instead, I beheld
the blushing, boundless sky
to relay my greeting
by thought and spirit,
hoping a winged messenger
would deliver it to you.
Instead, I visited
Hallmark to select the card
with message etched in gold,
the card that won't be sent.
Instead, I listened
to your voicemail message,
the last one that you voiced
before your transition.
Today is the day
when silent moments sting.

11 Jun 18

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