On Waiting

"I thought I had already worked it out, you know
I've confronted the whole idea of
Him
And I've figured it all out
I did all that inner child work
And I'm free to choose my own path now
But I still cannot find it in me
To forgive him"

(And maybe forgive myself)

"Well, maybe that child is still waiting
Waiting
For his daddy to come home."

(And that broke me
Broke me again and shattered me into a million shards.)