The Chase

The Chase

Forever in my memory there will be me on tiny legs chasing a bunny or a turkey
and there will be a silhouette of my Dad urging me on. But he’s always in the shadows
because he died. And I am abandoned, but I don’t know it. Until years later, when it’s father daughter thingy and another girl says, “Well, sorry about that.”

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