His cell phone rings,
He answers it,
'Okay. We're on our way.'
He grabs my hand,
And disappointedly says,
'Mama's here. I cannot stay.'
We walk outside,
And into the night,
The eyes of her car shine bright.
A hug and a kiss,
You're the one I'll love and miss,
Goodbye, and the door is closed.
I stand and wave,
Tears are starting to be made,
They fill my eyes as the tail lights fade.
As darkness surrounds me,
I hug your sweatshirt close,
While I turn to walk away..
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