The memory of your pleasure
Is too close to
The memory of my pain.
I cannot keep them separate in my mind.
Confusion
Fear
Your promise was a lie.
This, my promise, is true:
One day you will know you need me.
I won’t be there.
Because of you,
You sent me away.
Because of me,
I remain that way.
Your father said
“You’ll be sorry if you let her go.”
You said
“It’s just for a little while.”
Your father said
“Nothing is ever ‘just a little while’.”
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