Left Behind.

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.

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