Reality.Mommy? He says.Yeah babe? You reply.What are those little white lines?He points to your arm.What are you to say?Well, when I was young,I pulled my razor real slow there.A line of sweet relief.No. A cat, you say.A cat scratched me.But you've never owned a cat.Years later, you see him.What are those from? You ask.A cat. He'll tell you.But he's never owned a cat.
You Know.So it's not to say that you left,Because you've been gone for a while.So I wouldn't say you were here,If you were,But you're not.I can't say I thought I'd miss you,I can't say I wanted to care.I can't even say I really wanted you there.But that's what can't say,And this is what I can.You needed to go; I needed you gone.You had some issues; I had my own.You loved us; I didn't care.But has anything changed?You still need to be gone; I might need you here.You still have some problems; I still have my own.You still love us; I still don't know.I won't say I'm not a little relieved,A little hurt, a little heartbroken.I can't say I don't miss you,Though it's only been two days.I hope you fix yourselfInstead of trying to fix me,Because I hope one day you're here,And we're both problem free.