something in dads eyes had changed when she went up into the light.
little league livened home up - but the light took more than her.
the skyward beam took Dads soul that night - the love of his life. leaving my sister and I behind, she left us with questions. and a story.
an indy director is coming to town because of the paper I wrote. the connections out of control. they said it was fiction. i know the truth.
this fiction = truth. she's not dead, she went home. she had fallen to earth & into love. it was time to be herself or as much as she could.
without us kids she must be empty. we watch the star before we sleep, hoping for a message. someday dad will be happy again. when she falls.
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