Poetry Anthology

1

It took six long years for you to come home,

And i had to learn to figure things out on my own.

No one to talk to when times got bad.

No one to talk to about the memories we had.

I know that people make mistakes,

But you make them often no, matter the stakes.

I often think about the happy days I had as a kid.

I often ask myself what I did.

What went through your head when you went wrong?

Was it us kids? Was it for long?

I honestly don't care anymore.

I stopped waiting for you when I turned four.