and she screams,
pulls you from quicksand dreams
because it’s gone breakfast time and mum,
where have you been. And It hurts.
And the guilt is all consuming until I pick her up.
Where have you been hiding that guilt
that makes my stomach clench daily.
Where is the ache behind your eyes that makes you wonder
if I’m safe or happy or doing well?
Do you never feel the “I love you”s
bubbling like they want to escape
and you have to tell her.
Not even maybe a slight
moral responsibility, that you made something,
did a pretty poor job of caring for the small her,
and are still letting her down now when its
so goddamn fucking easy just to stay in touch.
Again with the excuses, give them up.


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