there's an opening in the trees,
and if you look real closely,
you just might see me.
as i do almost everyday
at just about this time
i look up at our treehouse,
i close my eyes, i sigh.
daddy build it when we were young,
before school and cars and boys.
back when we were innocent,
consumed with barbie dolls and toys.
i think this was your favorite place,
and that's why i return
to stare up at the broken wood
wishing you weren't gone.
[03.05.10]
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