If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown.
And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown.
A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found.
A curse on you should history come around.
No chance of knowing if there was a bond,
Left alone to survive this raging pond.
A trend you made, not a fashion but still a fad.
Angered and pained should I call you dad?
No male to rely on, no figure of permanence.