Little Man

January 27, 2016

I can still feel your little arms

Wrapped around my neck

With your face hidden

Every time you were sick.

I remember your laugh

Whenever we danced in the living room

I loved you to the moon and back

You held my hand

Whenever we went anywhere

And would fall asleep in my car

On the way home

You were my little piece of heaven

Until hell decided to tear us apart.

You were three and I was seventeen

You weren't mine

Not biologically

But the woman who was

Had some other things to do.

Now you look right through me

And Don't know my name.

Your eyes are still a piercing blue

But they're just not the same

Keep your innocence

As long as you can

Because always and forever

You're my Little Man

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