I remember grandma always telling this story about grandpa, and this part particularly stood out to me:
"He left it all for me even when there was nothing to leave."
I don't think her story ever made sense—no matter how many times she told it—up until this point.
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Paradox
Poetry"The irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time." - Rupi Kaur A collection of short poems and prose. All Rights Reserved © K.G. 2022
