I wonder when, did the sadness truly began?

The day he left or was it the day we did.

It was Mothers Day, his birthday.

I was so young and happy.

Because we baked a cake.

Yum,

But it turned to ashes on my tongue.

When he said he wanted to leave, and then he just left.

He’d visit me but he wouldn’t stay.

One day, Mom and I left PA, we went to NY that's where I grew up.

I was sad at first, and angry too,

But then my heart healed.

Or so I had thought, until I found

I was still bitter, from the bridges he burnt down.

He left from the five hour drive to across the country to Washington State.

He brunt my bridge, and my heart is still shattered.

It started on Mother’s Day,

The day my heart got chained and sink into black, black ink that I call home, and darkness...

Thanks, alot "Dad"