Yes, you were enough
Enough for me to
Leave you
Both.
Raise our daughter
With love and tolerance
Teach her
Good taste in
Music
Fill her soul
With good things
And the realization
That life
Isn't fair.
Raise our daughter
Let the
Bitter
Seed
I left in both
Of you
Teach her
That there is
Happiness
In letting go of
Tragedy
Like what I've caused
That there is
Happiness
In missing me
But not letting it
Stop you
From your own life.
I'll watch her grow
From a pleasant distance
Feel
Her missing me
Even though
She never saw my face.
You can
Bleed
All colors
Just don't bleed
Too much
And leave her
Like I did.
- 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
