When you were born,

I was two,

And when you were two, 

I left.

After that

every sunday

we went to the same place 

a museam

first we'd get lunch 

then we played, 

remember?

I would help

you learn and grow

But you're twelve now

and I moved a year ago 

to a place that

you've never heard of

to a place you aren't able to visit,

we've barely talked since

and though it's my fault

it's too hard to admit how hard it is to talk to you

But I still have questions,

burning

hurting 

like fire 

that 

remain 

unanswered. 

Are you sad?

Are you mad?

Do you remember me? 

you see the list goes on

A neverending series, 

on a complicated cloud of white.

It's too painful to talk 

so im sorry,

I'm sorry our mother left us

I'm sorry I left you,

I'm sorry im not there to help with bullies 

or hug you when you miss mom

I had promised you I wouldn't abandon you

but I did, just like everyone else.