I will tell you all about it
Next time, maybe
You are too young right now
Wait for the next time
I will handle the situation better
You next time
Their child kept sliding further away
Leaving the mountain of fake promises
Silence filled the space between them.
The Child keeps waiting and waiting
For the next time to come,
Suppressing the urge to know
Deep within his/her heart.
They let them drown in the ocean of confusion.
They let their soul burn in the fire of a wait.
They soak their pillows with tears of sadness.
One day, when their bones could not bear the weight of confusion and
Their brain exploded from the headache of unanswered questions.
That day, they said to themselves that
They will not leave another question unanswered
But satisfy their hunger on their own.
Next time for sure.