In her room,

  surrounded by toys;

  Little squeezed her teddy bear.

  Loneliness paints over the once vibrant space,

  tears reflecting in her eyes.

  Daddy's absence casts a shadow on the room,

  her heart aching for his presence,

  his warmth.

  Memories surge as she traces the illustrations they made.

  The photo album becomes her sanctuary,

  a lifeline to the past.

  She clings to souvenirs in the night's quiet,

  the validation of their delicate bond.

  Solace is found in the moon's glow,

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  Daddy's love guides her,

  even in his absence.

  She whispers,

  wishing he could hear her plea.

  "I miss you, Daddy."

  The call cuts through the silence,

  Daddy's voice filled her ears with warmth.

  Her heart feels closer despite the distance.

  Tears stream down as she shares stories.

  Daddy reassures her,

  promising to be back soon.

  His words,

  though comforting,

  fragile promises on glass.

  Later,

  a heart-wrenching message severs ties.

  Daddy blocks her,

  leaving her heartbroken.

  Little cries echo in the empty room.

  Her space empty without Daddy's chatter.

  In the stillness,

  Daddy's cologne lingers.

  The room feels cold without his presence.

  She carries on,

  like nothing's wrong,

  abandoned.

  She languishes for Daddy's reassurance.

  His void haunts her;

  his love seems forgotten.

  Tears fall like weights.

  Moonlight dances as emptiness devours her.

  She lies motionless,

  feeling the weight of emotions.

  Surrendering to sleep as the night unravels,

  she slips into a dreamless slumber.