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Dreams of a Broken Child

June 4, 2013
By Anonymous

A touch awakens me; it’s so sweet, so soft
I open my eyes,
It’s him.
Those dark eyes meeting mine.
I could see the pain in them, and I wanted him to know that it was ok, that I had forgiven him.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I was at a loss
We remained frozen.
The only movements were the lights of the outside city reflecting in his dark eyes.
I watched as the lights danced in his eyes; mesmerized
Blue, red, green, white.
Colors that complimented his brown eyes so well; colors I will never forget.
He was back
I jumped out of bed and into his tattoo covered arms
Squeezing him so tight, so he could never be taken out of my life again
I finally managed to whisper in a shaky voice, “Dad”
He smiled
Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he did
I could feel his smile against my cheek.
I turned to look at him.
Gone.
As my eyes opened, I realized they were already damp.
But, it was so real, I could have sworn that it was


The author's comments:
I wrote this because I come from a broken home and I dream about the day I will see my dad again.

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