You were just a line
A line so faint I couldn't believe it
But then you became two lines
Three lines
Four lines.
Scattered out on my bathroom floor.
Its amazing, what lines can do
To a twenty year old girl.
I couldn't even say the words out loud.
But its been 9 months since those lines
And you're not here.
And all the thoughts I wouldn't let myself think
They're all too real.
Perhaps your name was Audrey
And you had your daddy's curls
Maybe you would've had your mommy's nose
Perhaps your name was Elijah
And you had your mommy's eyes
Maybe you would've had your daddy's smile
Or maybe I would've never known you
And you'd never know my name
I'd dream about you every night
As you lay far away.
I wasn't ready
For those little lines
Nor was your daddy
He cried.
I remember how I shook
The night you went away
The crying and the aching
I wanted you to stay.
I'll never hold your hand
You'll never ask to play
And I will never know
What it is like to hear your voice
But I am healing
I think less of your loss
Than I do my inability to care
You deserved better than I had.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
You were just a line
A line so faint I couldn't believe it
But then you became two lines
Three lines
Four lines.
Scattered out on my bathroom floor.
Its amazing, what lines can do
To a twenty year old girl.
I couldn't even say the words out loud.
But its been 9 months since those lines
And you're not here.
And all the thoughts I wouldn't let myself think
They're all too real.
Perhaps your name was Audrey
And you had your daddy's curls
Maybe you would've had your mommy's nose
Perhaps your name was Elijah
And you had your mommy's eyes
Maybe you would've had your daddy's smile
Or maybe I would've never known you
And you'd never know my name
I'd dream about you every night
As you lay far away.
I wasn't ready
For those little lines
Nor was your daddy
He cried.
I remember how I shook
The night you went away
The crying and the aching
I wanted you to stay.
I'll never hold your hand
You'll never ask to play
And I will never know
What it is like to hear your voice
But I am healing
I think less of your loss
Than I do my inability to care
You deserved better than I had.
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