"daddy, i got taller,
do you see?" the little girl
exclaimed with delight.
"i see that. im so proud of you,
my love," he replied with a voice so light.
a voice that he knew
held the power to appease
her desire for validation,
her longing to please.
he tucked her in and
read her tales of love and
life of princes and princesses
and a world without strife.
"daddy, im old enough,
you see?" she said in a small voice.
he kissed her forehead gently,
holding back a choice.
a choice to explain the
weight of life and its pain
a choice that he knew
he couldn't just explain.
he smiled at her and
turned off the light
walking out the door,
into the still of the night.
the morning came and
he left her at her mother's door
she asked him to come in
and see the artwork she bore
but he declined,
the same as he had done before
leaving her longing for more,
forevermore.
| 'veriteaˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹
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across the bridge of adulthood
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