i remember you on the worst of days

i am daddys little girl with flinstone pushpop dripping down my summer dress.
my mother is yelling at you
with cigarrette in hand, car keys in other, shes here to take me home.
i love you most. i know shes poisoning your mind, like she does mine.
we walked down to the corner store with my brother,
he is a man now, with two kids of his own.
i still fantasize that i see you walking, im looking for your face in
everyone who walks past. im not crazy.
i know youre not alive anymore, i just miss you.
i was daddys little girl. i was five.