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Who I wish you were- a poem for Ruben

I wish you were the one who taught me how to drive
the one who wiped my eyes dry when I cried, the one who made sure Christmas was special, the one who could make everything okay with a phone call, but you're the one who made me shed a million tears, the one who left me empty and with countless fears, there is something missing in me because you weren't wise enough to see the gift that was me.

Now I'm a woman grown and you don't get back what you've thrown to the winds.
I'm strong, wise, loving and courageous in spite of you, you didn't break me, your absence has not left me deflated and sad, because someone loved me even though you didn't know what you had. I forgive you because I cannot find it in me to hate, but friends have to trust, to believe and with you this just cannot be, I won't allow you to steal my joy, to rock the foundation I've built, it's a shame that you didn't treasure your family. I wish you the best, may God keep you and protect you from harm and may you find comfort far and wide all the days of your life.

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