Gilbert's gone, and I miss him,
the way I would miss a rib if you pulled it out,
the way I can't catch my breath and have to
put the cannula up to my nose. Gilbert's just gone, they
say to see his mother back home in the Philippines,
but probably we will never
see him again and there is no way
I can ever apologize to him for all the
mistakes I made or thank him for how he
helped me. These are hard lines; I may have to
turn into a different person, a kinder one, just to keep from
falling into the hole he left in my chest.
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