Gone

by kadotien

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Têlê,

N’tin, 

Tchangana,

Abba, 

Pangos,

You probably never saw my tears.

But now that you can see through me

Hope you see what I hide deep inside

Hope you can see that deep and huge void

Where winds of untold words, unravelled feelings blow night and day

You are missed; I wish I were a better son, grandson, and friend…

I can hear you whispering in my silences.

I see you in my dreams

I feel your love around as I stand still

Still, even today, I wonder how you could love somebody like me.

Then I smile, shake my head, and I know I never walk alone.

Yet I am supposed to fly on without my wingman.

RIP.

 

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