A Walk With An Enemy
Tears trickle down her cheeks,
She turns her head so the man they call her Dad
Cant see her cry.
Was it always like this?
Did it slowly develop?
Why cant it be different?
Again, nothing was accomplished;
Nothing had changed.
She drives home
Tears blurring her view,
Wishing with all her heart
That things were better.
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