You told me about your childhood
The product of divorce
Choose between the lesser of two evils.
So you chose him.
She ran off as
She so often did
Left you wondering if it was your fault
And what could you have done to make her stay.
The weight you bore on those tiny little shoulders
And you didn't tell a soul.
You finally told me about the missed phone calls
Years and years of missed phone calls
I can see it clear as day.
Sitting on that threadbare couch
Your dad found in a garage sale for just ten bucks.
Glass of milk not far away
And your stuffed husky who got all the hugs you wanted but were afraid to Ask for.
You stayed in your pjs all day on the day she was supposed to call.
Friends came by, begged you to come play.
Today's the day and I have to be here when it rings.
As the hours progressed
Your childhood optimism and innocence bleed out disguised as tears.
Night eventually came
Back to bed you went
Left to question why.
Then just as you were about to drift off to sleep
Your mind said
There's always next week
KerriannCurtis      12/01/17 1:04 PM
Yeah this one unfortunately leans more towards art imitating life rather than the other way around. There's little solace, but knowing you aren't the only one sometimes helps. Thanks for reading and commenting.