Rescue
Your smile Stares at me
From the framed photographs
On my wall
Your giggle
On repeat in my memory
What I would give
To rescue you
From a reality
You are too young to despise
Soon, you will grow up
And learn to hate
The life you’ve been handed
And me,
Who could not—
Would not?—
Rescue you
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This poem makes me sad.
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