I watched
and learned
and knew one day
it could be me
losing your love
just like that
split second
gone
poof
vanished.
I could be the child
calling her father
and never reaching
his ear
because he's hiding
out
and letting
the voicemail
the wife
the other daughter
the emptiness
of lost love
answer for him instead.
I heard
the silence
growing up
there weren't "I love you"s
given out
just because
it was a good day
or we did well
or we were sad
or scared
or in trouble
or wondering if
running away
would cause your love
to follow.
