He said because he was the father
he needed to be there for me
he needed to be there to protect me
to care for me
“You weren’t there before”
my voice, C R A C K E D and cold
the winter winds biting my face
snow feathering along my eyelashes
coating his hair like icing sugar
“Why should you be now?”
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