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My father's promise

The Return That Wasn’t

By JanePublished 4 months ago 1 min read
My father's promise
Photo by David Moorhouse on Unsplash

He said he wanted to try.

I believed him.

I opened my hands again,

my heart like an unlocked door,

letting him walk back in.

For a while,

there were smiles,

a softness in his voice

I had never met before.

I thought maybe this was it—

maybe this was dad.

But hope can be cruel.

It flickered,

and then he disappeared

all over again.

Familyheartbreaksad poetry

About the Creator

Jane

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