She offers me a cup
Of love, overflowing;
All two and a half feet of her.
She curls snug
Into the shape of me
"Aatha, don't die"
She whispers sleepily.
In the morning,
her butterfly kisses melt me.
I rise, to find her
Gone.
"Today, I'll go to school myself"
She announces
I watch her little legs
Carry her as fast they can
Little ponytails bobbing
Into the future
Without me.
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