She sits in the chair, looking at me.
Now the tears are welling in her eyes
because she does not understand anything
but her own hurt, her own lonliness.
I go to her, hold her close while my mind
quickly spills the next lie from my lips.
"He does love you, he wanted to come, the weather is what kept him away this time."
I rock her and kiss her until she stops her tears,
longing desperately to wipe away the disappointment, longing even more to ring his fucking neck.
How could he do it again, why did he do it agian?How long will it be before my own resentment stifles my ability to cover for him? How can he leave her behind so easily, without even a call to explain and say he loves her?
I HATE him for the hurt he causes her, hate him for making me lie to her. Hate watching her tears which stem from the depths of her soul. I hate his broken promises.
And she loves him. She loves him with all her heart, so I rock her and kiss away her tears, giving her all my love, trying desperately to fix the heartache that is
Her Father. |