Torn Between Two
I remember wearing my long sleeved, pink, fleece footsie jammies
We walked to the Fiesta on Fulton and Quitman.
I can recall waiting in front of the quinceañera place to cross the street
It was bright and sunny.
I could feel the heat under my feet
I didn't like that,
I looked up at her.
I missed him.
I remember the MAN who was going to take his place as it appeared
I was just getting to know the other man, had only been two years.
They would tease that I could call HIM the same name
Helped me to mimic them as they called his name.
I knew HIM a couple of days
HE had a cat,
I liked that cat.
I missed him.
I remember at night it was dark
I wanted to lay next to her.
I would cry a silent cry
I wanted her to hold me and caress my hair.
She slept behind a closed door with HIM
I laid on the coach staring at the door,
I don’t remember sleeping.
I missed him.
I remember the day he came
My arms extended out to him as I called his name!
I sat in the exact same spot as everyday
At an angle, where I could see everything.
I could see inside the closed door
He went straight to her.
Screams, yells, loud noises, cries
He picked me up and we left, good-bye.
I missed him and now he was here
I laid my chin down on this shoulder as l looked back,
She stayed with HIM.
I missed her.
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