I don't know what to feel or do
When I see these yellowed photos of you
I don't know how to reconcile
Our shared nose, our shared smile
I'd understand if I were not
Welcome to visit your burial plot
Or be present at your interment
I don't even know if that's been determined
I made my choices; I was young
I have to believe they were the right ones
I have to believe in
A hurt little girl making hard decisions