you don't look at me with that tear in your eye
when i leave anymore
maybe ive taught you to be tough
or is it brave
or maybe ;you dont care, are you gettinng used to this
pattern
of neglect
so impassionate
that your hugs feel like shrugs when they were like drugs
love is within
Notes:
a poem to my daughter
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thank you so much for your thoughts and suggestions. i guess i provoked an emotion.