Cristina

The spring of 1986,
mother told me I would have another friend to play with.
A little boy with all his greed.
I couldn't see that this was a blessing.

Cristina

She was greeted with all the love that I thought was just for me.
After all these years that same jagged feeling created the jealous man you see standing today.

Will you ever know this pain? Do you even know my name?

On a bright Sunday morning I awoke to the sounds of my mother weeping.
My father and my sister gone with out a hint of where they would be.
If it was my actions,
that caused this misfortune then i should be the one that should be blamed.

Some where out there.
Smiling with no inclination of the wounded family prying for you to be safe.

I was never the same, so angry and full of rage.

Evey night I hold the pillow you left behind.
I dream of one day seeing what kind of woman you became.
You would think I would have learned how to love.
At this point I know love is not for me.

There are a lot of this I want to share.
To the point that I'll cry.
It's your choice if you still want me as a brother.
I would defiantly understand if you want nothing to do with us, since we never were able to find you.

I will never understand why it happened this way

By: DHR Torres