Twelve
I could describe my life so many ways
a merry go round.
an endless maze.
a deep hole i just keep digging deeper.
a sentence that never ends.
The only light I have is Eleanor
and one day she'll grow up and ask questions
daddy.
Where is he?
daddy.
Why isn't he here?
daddy.
Why doesn't he love me?
And I'm not sure I'm strong enough to say that I've asked myself that same question
for a year
and a day.
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