I don’t remember what it was
Not to have you around.
Everyday, a dream- a
Frozen, lost
Fog filtered every thought.
All I could sense was my own
Broken heart.
“Left behind”, those words
Encompassed my being.
~*~*~
Why wasn’t she enough
To keep you here,
where you could love
without the strain
of airfare?
–
A poem regarding the feelings I dealt with at the disappearance of my father when I was 6 years old, mingled with the heartbreak I feel in my own daughter’s father choosing to move away from her.
CaliStray 