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    From Will Dockery@user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid to alt.arts.poetry.comments,rec.arts.poems,alt.poetry on Tue Jul 8 20:48:07 2025
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    Exile

    Christmas morning 1995
    About six months
    into exile
    Still some hope
    And a whole lot of love.

    Delivery of presents
    Santa myth trashed
    for my children
    Not my design
    Against my will.

    Got the okay to stop by
    I step in from another world
    Bearing gifts
    Smiles to mask
    my smashed heart.

    Memory and dreams
    This may pass
    But the final statement
    The final f**k off gesture
    To me.

    Proof that I was no longer real
    I no longer belonged
    Was not that
    I didn't get a gift
    Not a single one.

    But when I asked her
    She said she had
    given him a shirt.

    Black day
    December 25 1995
    I sucked it up
    Smiled at the kids
    with holiday toys
    Tried to hide
    my nightmare of pain.

    Sat in my old spot
    North side if the sofa
    Smiled a goodbye
    And walked away into the big
    The moor
    To Shadowville,
    already dead inside
    Never to return.

    -Will Dockery

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