Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Gone

Sitting on daddy’s couch
Thoughts are raining, raining down on me

She picks up her bags
Says no goodbye

Picks up her car keys
Looks back with a sigh

He waits on the front seat
Smiling with ease

Read me a story
Just one more please

Door slams behind her
An engine starts

Left with ghosts
And faint remarks

Up in my room
A hug becomes a need

And they've left me alone
In a dark room to bleed


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