Dearest Jillian,
Last night,
I had a dream...
Of you
And me
Relived a memory
Of us
Riding down the road together
Playing our music
Smiling at each other
The day you came
To spend time with me
And have me make you a CD
And it made me remember
The morning I woke up to your
Sweet smile and your tiny hands
When you were a baby... I snagged The video camera and recorded you... To remember that morning
When I was bathed in
The love of a child for
Her mother
And I wake to find myself
In a world
Where you no longer
Have that love for me
Because of my selfish
Choices...
And I finally understand
The why...
And I hate me just as much
As you do...
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