A lonesome tear ran down her brown cheek.

Her eyes closed,

lips parched.

She ached for that man,

the reason she was born,

the reason she went through what she did.

She reassured herself that it wouldn’t matter;

But it did.

She told her self He wouldn’t matter;

But he did.

Every time the world threw her down,

She’d think –

It would have been different if he hadn’t left.

She cursed him in silent grief.

For what else could a daughter do?