Walking through the store right now 
feels like a thousand knives
carving my heart into pieces.
A mug reads Best Dad,
#1 Dad claims a plush finger.
Everywhere I look, a card, a T-shirt,
every end cap a reminder 
that I no longer have a reason
to celebrate Father’s Day.

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