My Father

Written by Tyler Strittmatter

The-last-great-goodbye came without

so much of a wave. There was no yelling like

one might expect. There was no final stand. There

was no reaching out and calling you back, dripping in

sweat and tears. I memorized your dark gray silhouette;

watched it leave. Watched it never come back. I miss you.

That’s all I really wanted to say. In fact, everything I

say these days is just code for, I miss you.

Photographer Unknown

4 comments on “My Father

  1. 🙏🏻😔❤️

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  2. so poignantly beautiful.

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  3. photoscientist

    For a moment there, I thought that was Charlie Purth.

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  4. photoscientist

    Now I am going to have to listen to Eric Clapton’s My Father’s Eyes []

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