I wonder if she remembers that Halloween night all those years ago, when we were out with friends and my sister called me saying she had a surprise for me.
And then she put my dad on the phone.
And my chest got tight.
And my heart sank.
And I pulled her to the side, told her we had to go, who it was
Left the others and broke.
Cried so fucking hard
Because I was accepting what was.
And he had to come back and fuck it all up just like he loves to do.
I wonder if she remembers how she saw me that night and how I was so grateful she stayed with me. How her being there saved me that night.
Fifteen
And fragile.
And she was there.