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Goodbye, Uncle Tom
Patricia L Howe
category: Death of a special relative
I find myself sitting on a plane
I do not have enough air to breathe
Emotions raw, confused
Hubby looks at me funny-
watching, caring.
Heartbreak takes many forms
this is a strange one
Aren't plane rides supposed to be
fun?
I dont want to go to Florida in July
and
I am afraid of grieving you-
Blackened tears spilling across the tarmac-
sizzling, white sun.
Sadder than my eyes
Heartbreak takes many forms
this is a strange one
no more sunsets to celebrate
no time to make coffee for sweet Loretta
no time left to just pal around
your Italian eyes have closed.
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