Lost

He carried me on his shoulders
and loved me through and through
I always felt important
when I saw his eyes of blue

So when the call came
and woke the dead of night
It painted a ghastly picture
of a tired mans glassy flight

The holiday became a sad one
and pain lingered every year
sometimes fading, sometimes present
but always exceptionally clear

✨Deferential Devil✨

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