Learning To Self-Guide


And as she sat in silence.. it became real.

He was gone, the man to protect her until he agreed on the right person to give her away to.

Her father.

The man who was supposed to cherish her- simply because he created her.

This window seat never seemed so precious as it did in that moment.

The window seat he built just for his little girl’s dream bedroom.

Her heart is aching for someone who no longer exists. 

She puts her fingertips in his ashes- and wraps her own hands around the body he and her mother created.

She has grown up now; and now she blindly looks up to him for answers.

He isn’t there.

Sometimes she goes home to a city she and he are both from, and the memories are stained to the streets.

The first man she ever loved forgot to show her; baby girl, flying free isn’t easy.





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