She sits alone

She sits, alone,

the morning light,

washing over her melancholy,

like an unwelcomed knock at the door.

The realities of life,

the harsh, unrelenting pain,

suffocating even the strongest of wills.

A connection,

so tightly woven in love and affection,

now severed,

as lights that burned so brightly have been snuffed out.

Two aching hearts,

two lost souls,

living under one roof,

not knowing how to let their hearts meet.

Having forgotten how to smile,

forgotten how to love,

forgotten how to come together.

Desperate, grasping at faith,

and longing for brighter days.

 

I miss you, Daddy.