Weekly Writing Piece:He was dressed in clothing black and white, His finest suit was pulled out tonight, He packed all his belongings, leaving our house bare, All his pictures, books, and memories, and even all the things to wear. He pulled up his luggage onto the table, "I'd bring you along if only I were able" He sat down to share his one last memory with me, A simple warm dinner, with bread, eggs, and tea. I swallowed down my tears as my stomach began to churn, I'll I have left to do is to weep and to yearn. He put his hand atop of mine, and looked me in the eyes, No matter how many miles apart we'll never lose our ties. And in that same hour he was gone in the night, the crying and all the pain were soon things I could not fight. I wept and mourned alone on the kitchen table, "I would've asked you to stay with me, if only I were able"
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