Missed birthdays turn to
Friday evenings on the curb
Princess suitcase in hand
She waits
But all that meets her are made up excuses
Heat floods her cheeks
She will not cry
Big girls never cry
You said you’d come next week
So she dries her tears and unpacks the story she wrote for daddy
She stores it away in a box that
Will one day be filled with the presents she’ll never get to give
But for now,
She says her goodnight prayers alone
And turns on the night light that she needs to make sure
That Mommy isn’t leaving too
Because the only lesson he ever taught her was
Eventually, everyone leaves
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