We used to love the seaside – Lazy kisses, carefree laughs, building sand castles with promises of Together Forever.
Now…You are just a fading past on my ring-less finger.
“Kids? I am not cut out to take care of one. Not yet!” you had said. What you really meant was, “Never.” The day you left, I realized you were fickle as the silken sand.
“Daddy, Daddy,” dances a beautiful voice around me.
I fight back betraying tears for our child you never loved.
The sun lingers over the horizon, matte orange sky dissolves.
Clumsy kisses, melting popsicles, silly laughs, messy sand castles… I still love the seaside. I do my love!
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