A water droplet
so shallow,
but deep
like a ravine,
echoes dance across a shore 
like the future daughter 
you never had.
Promises of a smile
as you look down
at that curious and 
gentle creature you built,
gone.
In an
instant.
These few words 
had ripped across time
her heart divided by a few moments of movement 
on your lips.
A dance that normally 
had her awaiting your every word 
but only causes hurt now.
A dance no longer wanted.
A dance no longer cared for.
A dance no longer needed.
A trio
all full of hugs 
felt by each other.
A strong circle of those 
you will devote the
rest of your time to.
These three would hold hands 
and return home to
the feeling of love.
A happy home that although square,
felt like a bubble.
Something encapsulating 
and protective but 
ever so vulnerable.
All it’d take is for 
something sharp for it to pop.
Some sharp words perhaps?
I know I’d rather not 
be the one to find out. 
Keep that thought,
that memory
burnt in the back 
of your mind
So every time you 
think of forgetting,
simply peer into the
ashes in the back
of your head.