What creation
Now I see to devastation
Not torn
Slowly
But ripped
Year
after year
I was a shadow by your bed
Never trusting
Looking for a home
You stayed
Bruised from the
Slamming against the wall
I was there
I saw the drip when you took it out
Not knowing if you
Maybe wanted it to stay out
But it was too long ago
You are on a beach now
Free
I am left with torn hands
And no regrets
And my own little girls
Who look like we did
All I can do
Is look for some marks
left
In the empty walls.
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