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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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