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By Savannah Haze Date: 2001 Jun 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.28.21.52.23489]] |
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he's not coming home mama said but i still wear my sunday best why don't you go to bed daddy asked but my forehead remains pressed agains the window pane and the pain of your absence remains pressed against my heart where's papa bear joshua asks i smile and say he'll be here shortly with sugary sweets and sugary kisses the flowers have wilted the casserole dishes have been returned your mama's wearing yellow and still i wait you promised you'd come home and you never made a promise you didn't keep. everyone in deanburg thinks i'm crazy but that sad kind of crazy mama tells 'em to give me time but time is all i got you're coming home you're coming home you're here 'cause every time the wind lifts my hair i feel you kiss my neck and everytime i walk in the rain i feel your tears on my cheek when the storms rage outside (and inside) i feel your arms wrap around me your smile lights up little josh's face and your scent still inhabits our closet and i don't feel alone and i'm crazy in love it's been eight years now. |