Whoever he was
It takes a lot out of me to
think
About both of you
You because I miss you and
I find it hard not to hate
him
For all the damage he did
before
He left me to die
I miss you more than I can
say
But I only have myself to
blame
Because it was I who chose to
take
What was not mine and
Now I have to live with that
fact
And miss you every
second of every day
I imagine that you would be
Two years old today
My beautiful daughter
With curly blond hair like
I had when I was young
You giggling at my silly
antics
Me laughing at your silly
faces
You starting to speak
sentences
Oh how my heart breaks
Know that I am sorry
For the choice of my youth
That took your beauty and joy
From my life and this world
