I hope you find no comfort in a home
I hope your guilt is a tormented ghost that roams through your halls.
I hope in mirrors you see her portrait.
I hope your nights are restless and your days filled with worry.
I wish you could see me and shudder at my presence.
Fear my self-worth.
I'm still learning to let go.
But I yearn for you to realize what you so proudly painted.
I fear you find a new muse, another victim to blame.
I hope your brush feels heavy, as you paint a new her.