A few houses down a father was making dinner for his kids and wife. I thought, "How lucky those kids are, to spend time with their father like that" and then I realized you were right next to me. Listening to you go on... I allowed myself to think of the lucky children again. A letter, not much of a poem but it is somewhat political. T for swearing.
Rated: T - English - Family/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 773 - Published: 10/10