My dad died and I’m 23 years old
He died before he could see me graduate college
Before I could get married and have babies
He didn’t get to see me do anything with my life.


I was holding your hand
When I told you that you were my hero
I squeezed it tight, your heart rate was 89
I told you if there was a light, not to go to it
But you went out to it anyway
“Such a good man” they’d say at your funeral
Because you were, and I wish I told you that more often.

Poetry by L3fty
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Written on 2021-08-08 at 07:52

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Heartfelt and so well expressed. We all have regrets unfortunately.