It takes two to make a couple.
What do I have?
A single? I have two singles so doesn't that make a double.
A daddy and a mommy, that's what I'm ment to have right?
But what happens when we walk out on daddy?
We got out of there so fast some people thought we were waiting for the right minute or right second.
We go out of there so fast she forgot to leave his last name.
She still wears it to this day.
Some people might think its right or its dead wrong.
I think it's black and white.
His heart was in the mountains, hers was in the hospital chained up to all the machines.
He broke free but we're the ones who left.
His heart is still on the mountain and hers is in her chest.
Dad had to be mom but mom couldn't be dad, he was nowhere to be lost and nowhere to be found.
They used to yell like it was the law, or maybe they liked the sound of their own voices a little too much.
He never laid a finger on her, I think she was waiting for him to.
She was waiting for that right minute or second.
Some people thought he might.
I knew he wouldn't just like black from white.
Bless that childhood.
Bless that house.
Bless not being able to remember.
Remembering is one thing while reliving is another. Everyday you've gotta relive it.
No one will understand why my dad's eyes look like the hospital lights.
I think it's cuz he used to look at the dead tile waiting for mom.
They just got stuck in his eyes.
Maybe it's the moon, it shines bright enough.
He can see the moon perfectly from his mountain.
His hearts there.
I know it ain't here.
When we left I dropped my heart on the mountain. We left so fast I didn't know what to do.
My heart didn't know nothing.
Not even black from white.
Its sorta grey.
The last thing my dad saw was my braid swinging from left to right.
My daddy could braid just as perfect as black and white.
One of my first poems
Love you dad