William Fitzsimmons

Fourteen years is all you made it
till forgiveness was frustrated
I was sorry you missed Christmas
do you think that you'll still miss us
i was angry when you left us
and it showed up on my mattress
and i told myself it's better
if we only talk in letters
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
did you think about my mother
when you shared the same bed cover
did you wonder if it changed her