The Girl in The Corner Crying

I wrote you a month ago; guess you never replied.
I wrote you a week ago; guess you never got it.
I wrote you yesterday; guess you didn’t care.
I’m writing you today; guess you’ll let me know.

You told me when you left this had nothing to do with me.
You told me when you left this was only about you and momma.
You told me when you left you’d keep in touch with me, your little angel.
You’re telling me as you’re leaving you’re never coming back.

I cried for you at breakfast; the chocolate pancakes don’t taste the same.
I cried for you at my soccer game; no one cheers for me the way you do.
I cried for you as momma tucked me in; she doesn’t wrap me in my blankets like you.
I’m crying for you now; the moments you’re not here don’t feel the same.

I wanted to tell you when my turtle Speedy ran away and how I searched for him for days.
I wanted to tell you when I cut my golden locks and momma cried and I was a big girl.
I wanted to tell you when stupid Freddy Porskie stole my Princess Bell pen; wish you were there to make him give it back.
I want to tell you everything daddy; but you’re not here.

Will you be here tomorrow daddy; to wake me up for school?
Will you be here tomorrow daddy; to rub my tummy when I’m too full after dinner?
Will you be here tomorrow daddy; to play save the princess from the mean-old dragon?
Will you be here tomorrow daddy; to kiss me on the forehead goodnight?
Will you be? Cause,
You weren’t here daddy; daddy you weren’t here.

--Alyssa Bermudes