No one will ever know how hard she worked
to make the drawing
that you refused.
The drawing on pink paper with scribbles
of white crayons and black crayons
and in-between crayons.
She carried it to your bedroom,
but you didn't respond --
instead you stared vacantly
out the window and waved her away.
When she came into the room,
the fly buzzing on the rim of your
empty bottle was what caught
your dull attention;
not the loving swirls of color.
After a long silence, the little girl --
your little girl--
quietly left the room. |
Submission Name: Gone
