if I had only known how it felt to be young
if I had only known the warmth in your touch
if I had only known how it all would end
and where I would have to begin, again
if I had only known hearts were so fragile
if I had only lived outside of hurt
and where I would have to end
if I had only known how it felt to be young
if I could’ve had one more year with you
would it be different now
if I had only known your time out here was done
now how I’d love you
nothing prepared me for being yours
I hold fast to the photographs, the memory
of your laugh, your scent, your gentle hands
lifting me to the sky
if I had only been old enough than to tell you
you could have me, keep me
but things happen for a reason
I have to believe that,
your memory makes me stronger—it
tells me I was wanted
if I had only known how it would’ve felt
to always be yours,
there was no saving you
but I could have loved you
why were we not given the chance
if I had only known you how lost you were
if I had only loved your tender heart
I let your ghost hold me on nights I can’t take
I let your voice drown out the others
and you hush me to sleep
you’re strong in your girls’ hearts
don’t you know
do you know that
you’re in us, we miss you
without you we learned how to live by
necessity, we learned sometimes love doesn’t
come in time
and then it gets too late
for weathered hearts
I know I’ve said it before, Amy, but I really do admire your ability to lay it all out when you write. I find it very difficult to say what I’m thinking/feeling in a direct way; it makes me feel extremely vulnerable. I lost my step-father very suddenly when I was younger, and I’ve never been able to stop asking myself the same questions you’ve asked here. It feels good to read them outside of myself. Thanks for sharing.
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Emma, thanks so much for your kind comment. It’s hard losing a dad, isn’t it? Sorry for your loss 😦
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