I turned around, to look for that child you used to be, and, all I see, was that long winding path of the ashes of the dreams I’d broken and burned down for you, and now, it’d, finally dawned on me that maybe, I didn’t do right by you (uh, ya think???).

what you hoped, you could see

I turned around, to look for that child you used to be, where had she gone, I recalled that girl in her younger years, who’d, always, become excited when I get home, the one who gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight, the one whose childhood, I’d, missed out on, because I was, never there.

And now, I longed for her affection, I longed for those, goodnight kisses of hers……………

I turned around, to look for that child I used to be, and you know what I saw?  Nothing, but the ghostly memories of my abuse of childhood, and I’m, already done with that, say???  Over a DOZEN years ago to date, so, take that, why don’t ya!!!