Divorce part 02
She looked down with a cold lip blister on her blue brave face.
The clouds weren’t sunny and blue, they were grey.
Sunday were spent still as a stone as the asphalt paved over the brown dead grass.
She saw that grass as sad as her.
She misses her dad, he’ll be alone till Friday.
As frail as she was, so was father.
His face weeped as soon as he saw her cry each Sunday afternoon.
Two Christmas’s? Oh how awesome!
No, that’s such a Hal-mark, Disney, modern fairy tail and glitter that would not be pure gold.
No that’s not a true remark.
It’s more like the fight who’ll have her on Christmas Eve. It’s more like an incompetent inconvenient fire at her making her feel bad on each side.
The middle, it’s the dirtiest, darkest, disappointing and depressing place to be when it comes to your parents both loving you.
She loves you, father,
She still loves, you mother,
She won’t let you be alone, dad.
She wants want you both to be happy yet she sees the sadness in every eye as tears will try to fall, each of us, fighting the urge; hiding those feelings.
When you say you’re okay, you’re wrong, both of you. You’ve raised someone who loves both of you, yet can stay at one place at a time.
Visiting back and forth, it’s not a dime that they can’t use to buy her love.