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.