Once again too late to say I'm sorry. Missing my little Kate again.
From the half term holiday to the middle of July. All the things I should have said. And all the things I failed her on in just six weeks. Two years have gone by and still it hurts. Camped with the hot rodders whilst I left her to pack for our annual week in a drizzle lashed caravan. Running out of fuel on the late way back to help with Alice's birthday party. Happy vague nonchalance about getting married as though we had all the time in the world.
I've wound up Kate's old grandmother clock. Loping tickity tock. Sitting in the dark. Tick-erty tock. Eyes closed. Listening for her breathing upstairs.
Can hear you in my head. And feel you in my bones. G'night sweet.
