Breathlessly he says
“I love you
your first and true love…”
It sounds as good as it does to reply… Fit to burst… gushing, gaping.
“I miss you”
He says… slurred with desire.
“You’re only mine
Only ever mine…
Mine and mine alone.”
Melt and succumb, crumble and relent.
“A life together, I’ll say : it’s all mom’s doing I’m just your poor Dad, with you through everything…”
And those dreams form, built precariously high, brightly imbued with deceitful potential.
“How could you? I love you. Remember???”
Is that all he ever does
Just says he will, he can’t, he would?
I peer at her
Peer through her
The glassy eyes stare back at me…
Is that all it takes…just words?
I stare back at her
“What’s it to you?”
I ask.
She stares back
And mouths the words back.
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