Father.
Dear James,
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night wondering if you’re fine.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night hoping that you remember me.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night wishing on a star that you would be here.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night wondering if you have another family now.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night hoping they’re not better than what we had
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night wishing that you would come back to me.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night wondering if you miss me.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night hoping we’ll meet again some day.
I sit up in the dark lonely hours of the night wishing, wondering, and hoping that you still
love me.
Sincerely yours,
Your Daughter
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