Innocence Lost

I would have rathered a curse

to the silence that she left behind.

I wish she would tell me

if I did or said something wrong.

He should be yelling at me,

instead of him sitting there, wondering what he did.

But how can I tell him,

tell him it’s me who’s to blame?

I found the shirt she left behind.

Her perfume lingers in my apartment.

There’s a letter in the mail.

It’s from her, but I don’t know where she’s at.

I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell you.

The look of disappointment on your face,

it would have killed me.

You will probably never forgive me…

I drop the letter; it falls slowly to the floor.

How could she think I wouldn’t forgive her?

It’s my fault too, I should have known.

I must tell her, I want to be a part of our daughter’s life.