A/N - A pea-sized amount of drama, all for my incredible fleet of reviewers! I write more for you guys than I do for the fun of it. That's crazy. You're all awesome. Thanks! I'm thinking I have an idea of where to go with this story...not sure if I like it yet or not...let me know what you think of this installment! =)
Today I was giving PJ her bath in the sink
And she slipped out of my hands
I don't know how it happened
I never take my eyes off her
I'm afraid she'll get a tooth while my back is turned
But somehow
She slipped out of my hands
And bumped her downy head
On the edge of the sink
And promptly started screaming
As did I
I picked her up,
Naked, sudsy, dripping wet, and wailing
I held her tightly against my chest
Soaking through my tank top
And ran into the house,
Yelling for my mom
Like I did when I was thirteen and broke my arm playing football
She was arranging flowers on the table
And dropped the roses when she saw us
"Oh, God, Luke, what happened?" she asked.
I had a hard time handing PJ to her
I didn't want to let go of her
And at the same time,
It was my fault
Her head wasn't bleeding or bruised
But boy, was she screaming
Mom comforted her and made her stop
And I stood there,
Covered in bathwater and tears
Feeling completely useless
I ran out of the house, leaving PJ with someone
Who knows what the hell they're doing
I got in my truck and sped off
I didn't know where I was going
Somehow I ended up in front of Julie's
I sat there and wondered
If she was doing the right thing in staying away
And wondering if PJ would be better off
If I had done the same.
I had nearly killed her.
Sure, she was fine this time.
But I don't even know how it happened.
What if if next time
It's worse?
I don't even realize I'm crying
Until I look in the rearview mirror
As I go anywhere but home
Today I was giving PJ her bath in the sink
And she slipped out of my hands
I don't know how it happened
I never take my eyes off her
I'm afraid she'll get a tooth while my back is turned
But somehow
She slipped out of my hands
And bumped her downy head
On the edge of the sink
And promptly started screaming
As did I
I picked her up,
Naked, sudsy, dripping wet, and wailing
I held her tightly against my chest
Soaking through my tank top
And ran into the house,
Yelling for my mom
Like I did when I was thirteen and broke my arm playing football
She was arranging flowers on the table
And dropped the roses when she saw us
"Oh, God, Luke, what happened?" she asked.
I had a hard time handing PJ to her
I didn't want to let go of her
And at the same time,
It was my fault
Her head wasn't bleeding or bruised
But boy, was she screaming
Mom comforted her and made her stop
And I stood there,
Covered in bathwater and tears
Feeling completely useless
I ran out of the house, leaving PJ with someone
Who knows what the hell they're doing
I got in my truck and sped off
I didn't know where I was going
Somehow I ended up in front of Julie's
I sat there and wondered
If she was doing the right thing in staying away
And wondering if PJ would be better off
If I had done the same.
I had nearly killed her.
Sure, she was fine this time.
But I don't even know how it happened.
What if if next time
It's worse?
I don't even realize I'm crying
Until I look in the rearview mirror
As I go anywhere but home
