Monday, September 13, 2010

Ghosts Of My Past

I think of you tonight. Your warm embrace. The smell of your hair. The way your face creases when you smile. I see you in my minds eye and wonder what could have been. If I was a stronger man would you have chosen me? If I was a better father would you have stayed?

The truth is we are all flawed. I failed to break the cycle, so I have failed hard. Maybe there is some hope for redemption. I hope there is. When you are old and mature enough to understand why I did what I did, I hope you can forgive me.

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