One day
You are going to be alone
in your quiet house
sitting on your old worn couch
with stale cigarette smoke clouding your vision
and you’re going to close your eyes
and you’re going to regret
all the birthdays you missed
All the holidays that passed.
You’re going to regret not seeing me walk across that stage
head held high
And the promise of a bright future shining in my eyes.
You’re going to regret
losing the chance to link your arm with mine
while we walk nervously down the aisle
And bittersweet tears crowd in the corner of your eyes
because your daughter is promising herself to another.
You\'re going to regret missing everything that I am and
everything that I have become.
You may not regret it now, in this second
Because you’re too busy cutting ties and seething in your mistakes of immaturity
But I promise
that when you’re all alone in your old age
with wrinkles imprinted on your face telling stories of years of anger you somehow managed to endure,
when everyone has finally had enough and has left you sitting on your old worn couch and smoke filled house,
I promise that you will feel a regret so deep that your soul will cry out, leaving unanswered cries echoing throughout the empty hallways, and your heart will be heavy with the knowledge that you will never
never
be able to unbreak my heart.
But that’s okay.
Because trust me when I say you’re the one missing out.
I am stronger and braver and more brilliant than I ever was.
And you’ll never
never
be able to witness that.
How sad for you.