I see you.
And I wave.
And continue to wave as I walk away,
Looking back at you as I slowly walk away.
Wishing I could talk to you.
See how you’ve been.
Tell you how I’ve been.
Tell you how much I miss you.
Yeah, it hurts like a bitch.
Not being able to have contact with you
But that’s the way it has to be.
Because of your falling out with mom.
And the pfa.
And how you’re legally restricted from contact with us.
The children you raised
Even though they weren’t your own.
So I wave
But die a little inside.
Because it hurts.