Lily

I never knew your name but I never forgot your story

At first appearance I put you into a category, but

You kept to yourself as all the others thrash about

The way you're sitting in, it's almost like you're standing out

I talked to you couple times but never properly

The times I did, you barely spoke, but softly you would tell me bout your daughter

She was six and she slightly knew her father

The more in depth you got you were finding it harder and harder

To tell me bout the love for her you had, it was a plenty

The verge of tears was creeping but you kept it quiet gently

Oh how sorry you were for all the times you'd been scarce

I could tell it was hard enough for you to even share this