Is it so wise
to walk away;
when
everything stands on the
perch of tomorrow?
How you devastate me
you with your withering smile
careless stance.
Where was the exit?
Did I miss it between the PTA,
the bake sale or
yes your "Meetings".
Was there a post it note,
some little leaving
that I missed that let me know how you felt?
Because believe me baby,
I'm scrambling
two feet backwards
drowning in a sea of faces
and
somehow
I can't find you.






for the little one,




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