Musings of a Divorcee

That night you woke up, afraid, 

looking for the comfort of your dad.

He wasn’t there, and wouldn’t be for night terrors. 

You cried, twice the tears. 

I held you tight, 

rocked you back to sleep. 

Afterwards, I lay alone, in my room.

Crying tears for your pain and mine. 

Darkness, the only thing embracing me.