Your Last Name

Small hands, tiny feet
Why do you mean so much to me?

I love them more than words can say,
But seeing him in them
Reminds me he’ll never go away.

I see him in their eyes,
In their expressions,
In their souls.

I want to love freely,
But you destroyed something in me.
You smashed me into pieces
And made them love you,
Even though you didn’t love me.

And despite it all,
My only regret
Is that they carry your last name.