Loren Posted August 31, 2007 Report Share Posted August 31, 2007 Come home.Please.I know what they sayI hear the wordsbut they have to be lying to mebecause if you were really deadgonemy heart wouldn’t still be beating.I wouldn’t wake up each morningclutching your pillowreaching for youweeping on the cat that doesn’t understandwhy you’re not home.I don’t understand, either.I wouldn’t be choking downeach bite of foodthinking that it tastes like nothingbut a mouth full of s***.I wouldn’t be walkingtalkingpaying bills and writing checksforgetting basic math because my mindhitchesstuttersstops.It can’t be true.Can’t.I want you to come home now, okay?I won’t be madeven though the joke’s not funny.I won’t say a word aboutthe last two weeksof hell.Whatever I didI'm sorry.Just come home.Please. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
firefly Posted July 29, 2008 Report Share Posted July 29, 2008 I can understand the sentiment. Very much so. I still expect to see him walk through that door, smile at me from the car next to me at the stop light. hold my baby boy and tell me with his protectiveness that he would never let any harm come to me or his nephew. That I will hold his son one day and know that Levi lives on. It is hard to accept no for an answer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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