Still Hurts

You were far too young to remember, the night I was forced to leave.

 

The feeling of a heart fracturing, far too surreal to conceive.

 

Even now, hard to believe.

 

With each visit, your hair was longer, and a little taller you grew.

 

Your smiles got wider, your eyes, a more vibrant blue.

 

I caught your first steps, first words and throw of a ball.

 

But as your father, I wanted more, much more. I wanted it all.

 

As you grow up, I hope we don't grow apart.

 

For one day you'll be too big for my lap,

 

But you'll never be too big for my heart