a letter to the daughter I'll never have (part ii)Mature

I see your face sometimes.  I see your big, dark eyes.  I see your long, tangled hair.  I know you’d laugh at all the right things.  I see the fingerprints of your messes.  I see the traces of you I would find when you’ve long gone.  Sometimes I feel the rhythm of your heartbeat in my dreams.

But this is not a world to leave you, these are not the people I could ask you to save.  Whatever emptiness is inside of me when I feel your absence is a fair price to keep you out of this place.  You deserve better, more than this mess we’ve left for you.

The End

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