⌬ ❝Children❞

Days..weeks..
eventually it turned into a month.

She refused to speak to me,
she refused to look at me.
As if it damaged her to see me,
she'd cringe away from me.

I hadn't recalled doing anything wrong,
but when it came to her,
I could breathe crooked, and make her sad.

I don't know what to do anymore,
besides sit in my corner by the window,
and tend to her needs,
which only consisted of taking her to
school, cooking and putting
her to bed.

It was like taking care of a child.