It will be better for them in the long run.
I tell myself.
I can make up for having two lives,
Two homes,
Two selves.
I can fill them with enough love,
Given in half the time.
What they live
While they’re away…
I can beat that.
I can erase,
What they might be seeing,
By being a better me.
I can be their whole world,
I can hold their world,
Until they come home again.
I can teach them,
In half the time,
All that they need to learn
And unlearn.
I can mend their broken hearts,
If only while they’re here.
I can hope
That one day they’ll understand,
That it will be better for them,
In the long run.
I hope.

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