Father, Lover

I was two the first time you left me, with a promise that from here things could only get better.

You visited often and sent me the occasional letter.

So the promises came, but you rarely do, and more often then not my heart was disappointed, broken and shattered in two.

The years started to pass by each year a little longer, each year a little farther, each year, a little harder. Until one day you really were just, gone. I'm older now but I'm still picking up the pieces you left behind, and as each year passes those pieces become harder to find.

So understand that when she leaves all that matters is you left and never came back, and when she promises all I can hear is your voice, when she says I love you, I remember that once upon a time you did too. But it still wasn't enough to keep you. A.C