The Trip
hey, i am going on a trip,
this is what he said to me
(this affair has to stop! this
is what i i am thinking.)
"Am i going, you teased?"
I will bring you chocolates;
then you said,,,,,'please'
you work it out i said
( you are not free you know)
i really saw no harm
i thought very hard....
then Sunday and my
Mother followed me
around.
from you...i turned my
face away. (i will wait)
you went on a trip....unscheduled,
unannounced..
(a voicemail is all i got)
see me as my bruised
swollen lips
call your name
(i love you)
see me as i
kneel and BEG and
pray for just one
more day...
we belong together
you know that
you took my indecision
the wrong way.
in my dreams i shout
to stop you
as you raise the gun
to your temple.
i am always too late....
too late ....
Copyright © Janetta Harrington | Year Posted 2007
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