She’ll end up doing
the right thing.

I just know it will take her a little
longer
than both of us planned.

Tell her
it is okay.

Tomorrow will come.
We will both find chances to grow up.

We will both find our own
kinds of peace.

She will grow out of her skin
and into me.

I will take over.
Until I too fade.

Whoever I become
will eventually write the same
about me.

Tell her I love her too.