I was only seven; barely alive
Frizzy haired, freckle faced
Innocent and pure
Loving and Caring

You held my hand
You braided my hair
You held me when I cried
You made me smile

I can still smell your perfume
I can still hear your laugh
I can still feel your warmth
I can still feel your arms around me

You were ripped from my life
When I needed you most
You were there one day
You were gone the next

I miss you a lot
I miss your hugs
I miss your laugh
I miss your smile

I don't regret meeting you
I don't regret loving you
I only regret one thing
I didn't get to say goodbye

Do you see that man
Holding the child's hand
Do you see the woman
Reading the book
Do you see the teenage girl
Texting away on her phone
The man is not the child's father
But you don't know that
The woman is dying
But you don't know that
The teenage girl is pregnant
But you don't know that
We watch and we think we see
We assume and we judge
We don't know anything
Yet we all act like we do