If I could catch your voice in a net and protect it in a locket, I would. And I'd keep it around my neck, safe and mute, and hold on to you when they scream bloody-murder around your name.
Not your name. But the name you took... Yes, they'd scream that all right.
You know he took you, right? He took all of you. He took you away and he left me behind... and I followed him to the house where he made you murder that family. Do you remember? Could you remember? (Have you left me behind as well?)
I miss the life I could have had. I want a picture of us holding hands in the park like a family. I want to know what it feels like to have my mother smooth my hair. I want to taste food that was made for me, and I want that home. I want a home. I want a home, with you, and our friends, and a mother who loves me, and a fireplace to curl up beside.
I don't ask for much any more, you know. But if I could save up all those unspoken wishes, I would just pray for one thing. That's all. Nothing too difficult to grant, nothing ridiculous, nothing too selfish... I would just ask that you forgive yourself, and make peace.
God, I'd die for that to happen.
I miss you, papa.
(ariana riddle)
