Windows open and feeling Fall
I understand about losing it all
I know my dad
Spent days wandering the streets
Ribbons of red falling
from his wrists
Me and my brother miles apart
And an emotional mess
Rehab stints and halfway houses
The late night phone calls
When the alcohol would speak
Of apologies and missed opportunities
The handwritten letters that I still keep
Confessing regrets and love for me
I don't know which is worse
Worrying if you will survive
Or
Not having to worry anymore...
~Amber Comber
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