Things seem more real
When there's a younger life
Ahead of one's own
But, my darling
I regret
Nothing.
She's not going to
Miss me
If I were there she'd
Hate me.
I'd rather be
A far away
Wishing father
Watching from
The stars
Than be the
Father
Who is there
But never really
Is.
- Him
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
