Gone Away
We sat in the car, street lights passing by,
We spoke not a word, we said not a lie.
We went to the gates to say our goodbyes,
Sluggish in our steps and sleep in our eyes.
He gave me a hug and flashed me a smile,
His feathery hat flickering with guile.
“Take care of my shit,” he said with a grin.
(I withheld myself from kicking his shin.)
Our emotional state, we never could tell;
We were not quite good at saying farewell.
With his hat, his bags, and bravery in hand,
He wandered on off, to make a brave stand.
Back to that big car, I went with cheeks dry.
“I’mma take a nap,” I said with a sigh.
So in the backseat, I thus turned my head
And cried all the way back to my own bed.
who will take care of me now
~Noct…………………
Don’t cry too hard; it’ll mean a bad headache.
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