I speak not of the two who broke
My mind and heart
On those words I choke
I cannot bring myself to say
My little girls
Weren't here to stay
Reminders greet me every day
The two who live
Wake up and say
Good morning Dad, how did you sleep
I dare not speak
Of how I weep
Time has passed but til my death
I will remember
Your last breath
I limp along a broken man
My dream shattered
As well as my plan
I think not on this every day
I have a lot
Of positive things to say
But it sometimes hits me like a train
I stumble through
Despite the pain
I usually don't post when I feel this way
The reason you don't see me
Every day
I try and try to make me better
But then I slip
My face gets wetter
My economics suffer too
Mostly I barely
Make it through
Writing this has been cathartic
Easing slightly
My terrible heartache