Loss

Posted on December 23, 2018 | Leave a comment

I lost my father
three days
after my brother died.
It happened quite suddenly
and was by his own hand.

He did not die,
but I did,
when I saw my name,
in his handwriting,
as the person responsible
for identifying the body.

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