Its those white lights
florescent
Predictable
This uncomfortable chair
Burnt coffee
As if it is some sort of consolation
A wait
A
never
Ending
.
.
.
Wait

If I prayed
If I believed
Then I’d pray

So I wait
For fate
To keep my mother safe
For these hours to be true
That maybe my love can save you

Outside I light a smoke
To be pushed to the parking lot
I look at the cop and want to scream
My mother might die today!!!

But I say sorry and walk father away
I kept my tears inside
Until I was alone in my room
Face buried in my pillow
Letting my soul cry for you

07/18/2004

Author's Note: I love you.

Posted on 07/19/2004
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