(poems go here) I saw a man in the grocery store.
He had a little girl with him.
Probably his daughter, she was about 4.
I swear I had seen him before.
I looked into his eyes and started to remember more.
The little girl asks “who is she?”
He knows me,
Yet he replies “no one sweetie, let’s go we’ve got somewhere to be”
I watch him hold her with all the love I never had.
I guess that’s how it is huh?
Well forget you too, DAD.