I Didn’t Know

I didn’t know your dad was negligent.
Before we split I saw him love you so,
I had no clue he grew incompetent.
I didn’t know.

Our breakup wasn’t angry or below
the surface, didn’t come as accident –
pathology now clear then didn’t show.

I thought him careful, kind, and with intent
to nurture you and teach you how to grow.
No witness could report his sad descent.
I didn’t know.


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