Closure

When you told me he was dead
I didn’t believe you

How could my dad be dead

When you said we’d be okay
I didn’t believe you

He’s dead, how is it okay

When you said we’d be strong
I didn’t believe you

Your trembling hands couldn’t look
more weak

Crying behind a closed door
I believed you

You didn’t know I was there

When you screamed down the telephone
I believed you

Your voice so feeble and cracked

When you deleted the answer phone message
I believed you

We’d never hear his voice again

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