If I could hold on to
what I never had
I am sure everything
would be so different
If I could clutch
the memories of
a sweet, happy family
and spread them over all the
burnt broken parts
like butter on bread
If I could grasp
a photo with a real smile
from so many years ago
one that wasn't forced
but delighted with life
I'd tape it over today
If I could fill
all the empty times
with something...
some feeling or sense
to know that
even when I never felt it
or knew it
or wanted it
or cared.
He loved me.
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