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I wonder, Daddy
will I regret it one day;

will I say what if,
or spill unjust phrases
from trembling lips

if you should fall away,
or would I ever know you were gone?

I tried once to mend fences, bow,
brushing over words said in vain
that January
when weather was never as cold

as those pen strokes;

my unopened letter,
your kiss goodbye.

Day 4 NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National poetry month)