I was 5 years old when he left.
I remember everything.
I remember him grabbing my arm and pulling me back.
I remember him whispering in my ear telling me he was gonna leave.
I remember him calling me garbage."
I remember him.
I wish I didn't remember him.
I still remember
his icy blue eyes,
the plaid shirts he used to always wear,
the smell of his cologne.
I remember him.
.
I remember my mom throwing all his clothes out the window the morning after,
I remember my mom telling me we didn't need him even though her eyes told me something different.
I remember my mom being so upset when she found out he was never coming back.
I remember.
~k.w.a.v
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