The Girl Behind the Mask

One Year

Tonight she will lay and think about one year ago.

The morning when she woke to the sound of tears.

Looking up to see the tears streaming down her mom;s face.

Hearing the words she didn't expect.

Driving to the hospital.

To say one last goodbye.

The image of him permenantly in her head.

Being so sad.

Thinking of the good times.

But mostly feeling the guilt.

Guilty because she stopped him.

Stopped him from seeing his dad,

for the last time.

Can she ever forgive herself?

For now she loves to remember him,

before all the sickness.

When he would sit in his chair,

playing his digital poker.