Writing on the Lines

When You Left

   Just a warning to you, this is not a poem; it's an original monologue I wrote! Enjoy!
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It hurts (beat) when you watch the car roll away. Your loved one sitting there in the seat, not even daring to look back. The car travels down the street to the corner, and then poof they're gone.
   It's been 6 years since he left, and I still can't get the image out of my head. Watching him drive down the road, not turning around or even thinking of what he has done to his family. Family. I guess that word meant nothing to him.
   It's as if one moment he loved us, and the next he was gone. For what? Some chick that's half his age! But now he's back and he expects me, his 17 year old daughter, to care for him now that he's left his other "family."
   I want to say no. I want to scream in his face for all the pain he put me and my mother through. But I know I can't. I know I won't ever be able to let him go and stop caring. I know I won't ever stop loving him no matter how much damage he has caused. Cause that's what family does, right?

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