Its hard to say

Its sometimes hard 

to say

that I miss him 

All that he taught me

Like the sense of kindness 

that comes from an act of silence 

Or the hard working hands

that come from endless hours of work

The sense of certainty 

that comes from one look

The feeling of clarity

when he walks into a room

 Its sometimes hard 

to say 

that I miss him

And all that we were

and were not 

because of time we had not spent

and spent

thousands of miles away

and yet 

it sometimes hard

to say 

that  I miss him

 

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