A little girl looks out the window

exhaling the abandonment I've given her

her eyes filled with black soil

the golden box is shredded to ribbons

along with hair leavings on the glass floor

she cuts away the memories she'll never have

her skin is stained red

I'm not here to care for her, to help her

a car honks, I continue to cross the street

she looks in a mirror and sees

she cracks and falls to the floor

words are needles pricking my skin

the street lamp goes out,

darkness is quick, here

I'm all alone.

like a broken car, I'm here to fix her

she is not alone anymore

I'll show her the life she deserves,

one where she can fly,

the way I never did.

a candle is in the street,

it's orange and blue flames dance, I walk toward it

and put it out.