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…………………