What is it about a baby's heart beating it's quick little rythemn against my chest that makes me ache?
Or the sight of a couple, old or young, holding love and each other's hands that make my own fingers so chilly?
A mother-daughter sitting side by side can make the hairline fractures of my scars shift and bleed.
A daddy cherishing his little baby girl makes me want to run until I can't breath and then run a mile farther.
Home. Family. Parents.
Everything I've missed out on for the last six years.
Sometimes it's easy to keep the cracks filled.
I'm not alone, and I never have been...
But my arms are empty.
There's no safe haven chest to rest my head on.
No one to sleep near me to chase the nightmares away.
No one to just Care.
This isn't a never, or a forever.
Dear God, I pray not.
It's just a season.
It's a February of my life.
I just hope it isn't long.
Cause it's cold and bare and browny gray.
There's a promise of spring, Right ?
Every winter has an end...
has the groundhog seen his shaddow?
does he know how many more weeks, months, or years it will be?
If you see him let me know, okay?
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