I wish you were still here. I wish I could call you and tell you about my day. I wish you’d tell me my heartbreaks will be okay. I wish I understood.
Why can’t you be my Da anymore? Why won’t she let me be her daughter, too? Can I ever see you again? Who makes these decisions? If I come knocking on your door, will you know who I am? Would you run away with me? That’s why I’m scared to come back, that you’ll leave her because she can’t have me in your life, and I can’t break up a marriage.
I love you, Da.