Let Go

So today.

My dad lost his heart. A soul mate. We let her go.

And I let something else go.

Rancour. Teenage heartbreak. The non-father.

That wasn’t on the score.

You reach an age when the empathy kicks in and you say, shit, that man needs a hug.

That’s all.

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