The words spoken,
Echoing in my mind,
Telling me what was coming,
A farewell, a goodbye.
"Stay a little longer, papaw,"
Her voice filled with love,
"I'm going to miss you when you leave,"
A bittersweet melody from above.
"Wait, I want to give you something,
So you won't forget me,"
A stuffed bunny rabbit,
With her scent, a memory.
Halfway home, the words hit me hard,
Regret filling my soul,
I wish I had understood,
While I still had control.
Eleven months of hell,
Trying to fix what's broken,
Searching for a solution,
For words left unspoken.
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