i wrote this to tell you all the things you'll never get to know about me
you will never get to know what i taste like with all 90 days under my belt
you'll never get to know how i handle the anniversary of my mother's death or what watching my father die does to me
you'll never get to see me bailing my little brother out of jail or find out about how i don't smile the same way anymore after serving two years inside
you'll never see me on my wedding day and you will never hear me tell you "i do" or that i love you
or hear me announce that my wife is pregnant and you'll certainly never get to meet my baby girl and she'll have eyes just like her mama
you will never hear me come home from work when we're in our late thirties and i always have a good reason to bring flowers
you won't ever find out what my favorite song is when i'm mowing the lawn out back and you won't be there when i decide to press charges on the man that hurt me
my point is you're gone. and honestly, you might not care. you might not ever even think of me again. but you will never get to know me. and for that i am thankful