Every day you fade a little more from my world.
Every day another piece of my heart falls away.
I remember rocking you to sleep, holding you to my breast.
Your little fingers wrapped around my thumb.

Now I fall to sleep with your imprint by my side.
I sang your song to ease your fears...
Now I sing it to lighten my tears.

The harder I work to get you back...
the less I see you.
Not this weekend...
but the next.

I swallow your memory down.
I have gotten really good at not thinking of you at all.

Is this wrong, to know I was never meant to be a single mom?
How detached can a mother be from child?
Out of sight...
Out of mind.

Maybe I could have been stronger...
Maybe I could have fought harder...
Maybe losing you was my hearts true desire.