Easter used to be my favourite

I wish you could see me
growing back together
picking up the pieces. 
Because when you left
I was already coming apart at the seams
and the last you saw of me
was my unraveling
And you worried, I think.
Because you saw you
happening all over again
in me. 
I wish you could see
how I pick up my pieces
and find some of you in some of them.
And learn to love us both a little better.
© The Grumpy Girl, 2012.

It's been two years, and Easter is still not the same. I used to love Easter. Fantastic timing, dad, really. I miss you.

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