A Ghost On My Wall

 

And so... so when you come into my mother’s house today and you see that picture on the wall, don’t tell me how handsome my father was.

Don’t tell me how strong he looked in his suit. Because all I see is the day my childhood ended.

All I see is the smile of a man who left us carrying the weight of his absence.

And maybe, just maybe one day I’ll take that picture down.

Not because I’ve stopped loving him, but because sometimes survival means learning to stop staring at ghosts... no.matter hard it gets. 

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