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Posted by on Dec 13, 2007

Without you

When you visit your Dad for the weekend,
I wander around like a lost child,
spill coffee on the rug
and desperately try to clean it.

I don’t unload the dishwasher
in some sort of minor rebellion,
but we both know I feel bad about it.

I walk around our apartment
and listen to my music
and wonder
what I would do
without you?

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