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emptying the bottle
he drank the drink
running down his chin
erasing memories
too heavy to hold

a collection of frames
his past lost life
looking back
he trembles and cries

his family sitting in
the second row pew
listening to stirring songs
filled with the spirit
cleansing his soul

holding the hand
of his loving young son
anticipating the fish
they'd soon catch

son and father
sitting by the river
poles in hand
quietly creating memories
too young to remember

everything changed
it's a different life
without him his heart
gave way