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On my drive over to you I went back in time
To that first drop of tears that ushered in the storm
I was too young to understand, but I knew an evil hand
Even though he smiled when he came over I couldn’t pretend

I meander in and out of my lane as the painful memory unravels
You took a part of me with you and the pain is with me on all my travels
In life. And I still don’t understand why you never left this damn curse
You still forgave him even after all the drama of the ugly divorce

I’ve got them with me in the car, they bear some internal scars
They keep asking me where we’re going and if it’s still too far...
I keep looking straight ahead because I don’t want them to see my shame
Choking on my voice I say, “Don’t worry kids, we’re going to mommy’s new home.”

The nights you came home crying, bleeding, inconsolable and bruised 
Mother’s consoling words, that you needed to be strong, which had me even more bemused
I sink into a deep, dark place...filled with rage as we approach the cemetery gates
It’s been a year since our last visit and they too now also quieten down in the back seat

So many women, like yourself tolerate these men’s insecurities
He possessed you and treated you like an object, taking advantage of your loyalties
Episode after bad episode...broken bones, stories of extramarital affairs
As soon as you healed physically, you returned home to him and I would despair 

I miss you sis’ and you were taken from us too soon
He’s in jail now, but I heard he’ll be released on parole from prison
You lived your life with such vigour, never afraid to face danger not even his fists and razor
We’re left at a huge loss in the aftermath of the destruction of your passing like a storm chaser 



08-23-15

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