By Sammy Ginsberg
she is the reason, i mostly regret
going so far far away.
i want to see her grow up,
see her be a bitchy thirteen year old
and hear about her day, as i stroke her head
not on a phone, over Skype, in a message, or letter, or email, or text.
i want to hold her when she cries, and tell her
it will all be okay,
i want to see her get taller and taller
taller than me, eyes wide
and the moment when she actually needs a training bra,
and doesn't just want one.
but, i'll be so far away, untouchable.
she'll be untouchable.
no more 'across the hall' sleepovers,
no more hugs, and laughing as she cries about silliness,
no more tv shows and cuddling on the couch
for now at least,
for now at least, we'll grow apart.
but when I come home, oh.
how happy, so happy we will be.
i want to see her grow up,
but i guess, I'll have to watch.
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