Negative Space

Negative Space

by Anonymous

When I was a child, I wanted you to come back. Whoever you happened to be; I didn't even know. I imagined someone who had very important things to be doing, like piracy or heroism, too important to father a child, to husband a woman. Romantic movies and love songs made her sad. My hugs around her waist not enough to reach the emptiness inside.

I grew older.

Wiser.

You left emptiness with your presence too, and I think that must be why you went. And although she never could, I did inherit spine enough to blame you for it.