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“And the winner is....Roscoe Hadstock!”

The cheers rang round the auditorium as I got up from my seat and walked down the aisle to the stage to collect my award. There was a woman in a wheelchair in the way and I had to wait while she struggled to move her chair as it was caught in the loose carpeting.

“Hurry up!, Get out of the way, I can’t get passed you?” My frustration boiled over into anger and I shoved her chair hard and she screamed in fear and almost fell out, but I managed to get round her and to the steps onto the stage.

“Congratulations, Roscoe! Yet another award! You’re on top of the world, married to Miss Universe, and having received the Academy Award, Nobel Prize, Oscar and now the Unicorn Award for the fastest growing IPO in history. Is there anything you can’t achieve?”

“Maybe I’ll run for President next year!” I said smiling and the cheers rang even louder followed by chants of “President! President!”

"Why is it so cold outside if the sun is shining?"

You said you didn't have an answer.

I feel like that a lot

now that you're gone.

Like you've become this ongoing force,

this celestial body that I know

still exists,

encouraging life to move forward.

But I can't seem to shake the chill

of your physical absence.

I know I asked a lot of questions.

I miss your answers.

I miss even when you didn't answer.

When you chose not to elaborate

on the Earth's hemispheres,

you didn't know that the same question

I asked in childhood

would serve as a mirror to reflect this future grief

for you.

My axis.