Tattoo Poem by Michael Buchanan

how could you leave, how could you walk out that door, leaving me laying in a heep on the floor as your jet black jeep rode away, down the dirt path, farther and farther. Mommy and child gone like that, how bout that fact, a father of a dissapearing child. It drive you wild, how can you stay calm, when you look at your arm to see his name and think of who you have to blame, knowing its never going to be the same.