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Last Supper

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I remember sitting across from you at that restaurant twenty years ago in the summer. What would I have said differently had I known I would never sit opposite you again?

This was our last supper. I remember the place; it’s still there.  It’s less than a mile from the house I am living in now.  I remember the food was greasy.  (Still is.)  I remember we argued about money and time for the last time.

Where did you go? How easy was it for you to get there?

Your life was without a father so mine was, too.

I tried to visit your father’s grave but couldn’t find it. I will try again.

All of this to say I will try again.

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Author: Melissa Hassard

Content marketing. Social Media Strategy. Writer. Speaker. Poet. "I am always doing things I can't do. That's how I get to do them." -- Pablo Picasso

4 thoughts on “Last Supper

  1. She’s baaa…aaack! I’ve missed your writing, Melissa.

  2. That is really, simply, beautiful.

Write. Talk. Tell me everything.

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