Him (Papa)

Original poem from Bobbi T.M.'s debut poetry collection, MindFull Recitals.

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He was here, there, and nowhere at the same time

What my mother calls, “fly by night”

Here today

Gone tonight

Reckless abandon was the literal routine

Unfortunately, you get used to the coldness

Because closeness and consistency seems unfamiliar

I mean the only thing consistent is the inconsistency

How funny, yet sad

People will declare this issue yours when it’s he who created it

How funny, yet sad

That he is he here, there, and nowhere at the same time

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