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a day later
you might hate her.
a year and it'll just be empty tear-
drops and memories of spots you'd sit together and watch
people and the weather.
rain or shine, it's only gray skies
in your mind.
she left and the rest had to clean up the mess.
you'd trade your own life
for hers again.
but you can't.
close your eyes and count to ten.
and then do it again.
do it until you can breathe without feeling your heart seize at the loss
of a daughter. do it until your eyes are empty of water and you can look her father in the eye and lie.
"I'm fine"
you might hate her.
a year and it'll just be empty tear-
drops and memories of spots you'd sit together and watch
people and the weather.
rain or shine, it's only gray skies
in your mind.
she left and the rest had to clean up the mess.
you'd trade your own life
for hers again.
but you can't.
close your eyes and count to ten.
and then do it again.
do it until you can breathe without feeling your heart seize at the loss
of a daughter. do it until your eyes are empty of water and you can look her father in the eye and lie.
"I'm fine"
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