• The day you brought me into your arms.
    That was my favorite day. I felt so loved that day.
    You held me and would refuse to let go of me. You claimed me as yours.
    Being as young as I was when you took me in, I still can picture your face.
    Your large eyes always locked onto mine. I loved that.

    Your glasses never fit me, neither did your shoes.
    Even to this day I try to wear your shoes. They don't fit.
    Your clothes still smell like you. That familer smell of peppermint
    is faintly stained on the fabric. Your glasses still don't fit right, every since the day you stepped on them. The crack is still on the right lense.

    I sleep on your side of the bed. Too afraid to sleep in my own room.
    Thats where I keep your picture. I keep it in my room,
    underneath my pillow on the left side of the bed.
    I always did like that picture. So does mom.

    Its been almost seven years. Seven years since you forgot about me.
    But its been almost two years since you left me for good.
    I never did cry when you left. I was trying to be the big girl you said I was.
    "Thats daddy's girl." You would always say that to me.
    "That's my girl. That's my girl."
    You always said that to me. But you don't anymore.
    You can't say that to me anymore. You can't say "I love you." or "Thats my girl."
    You can't say it anymore.
    But I can hear it.
    I can still hear it faintly in my head.

    I can't deal with the fact that you're dead.
    I'm refusing to believe it. I absolutely refuse to believe it!
    You promised my mom and me that you'd stay with us forever.
    But you broke that promise.
    A promise you can't replace.

    "Thats my girl."
    "There's my sweetheart."
    "Thats daddy's girl.."
    Its been seven years since I heard you say
    "I love you."