Mind playing with thoughts of strength
 The suitcase beneath me scratching gravel
 Blue lace panties slightly hang out
 I search for that blue in the shadow
 Where’s that shadow you promised me
 Where’s the sound of tires on gravel
 Where’s your laugh and crooked smile
 Where’s the last warm embrace
 The sky rumbles, drops water on my shoulder
 Daddy yells out the window we’ve gotta go
 I pull my seat and throw it in the trunk
 The hinge clicks and I hold my quiet sobs
 I make excuses and she holds me like you should
 Choking out, “maybe he got busy” and she hushes me
 My head falling on her shoulder and wetting her hair
 Mind playing with thoughts of strength; I waited
 
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