Written by Jacob Ibrag
Premeditated.
He walks with no regard to
traffic regulation. A car swerves around
him and stops in the middle of the street. A woman
swings the door open and catches up to him, ‘you’ll always
be her daddy, her hero and best friend.’ He turns around
and asks her to let him be. ‘Blood may separate
us,’ she whispers, ‘yet our hearts are
one in the same.’
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I enjoyed this up to the last phrase. I felt like her whisper to herself didn’t sound like how someone might talk to themselves. I’ll be first to admit, maybe I missed something deeper about it, but it pulled me out of the fantasy of the poem. cheers, Jim
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Thanks Jim π
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Nice story, very touching! π
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Thank you π
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Touching post Very nice
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Thanks Monique π
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You are welcome
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