a forgotten corner of the yard

the way the leaves there are lonely and dead.

i thought about that time when my father was in the hospital, and his doctors had no idea why he was still alive.

and the way it rained, and i stood barefoot in the gutter, staring at the mountains and wondering what my world would be like without my father.

and i was so sure he was going to die.

so i laid down on the concrete while the sky ripped itself apart, i opened my arms wide while i shouted through the rain

and waited for the hospital to call.

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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