Bittersweet

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Bittersweet

 

He’s leaving.

Will pack his bag and walk through the door

With my heart in his pocket

And the warmth of my kisses so quickly fading from his skin

A promise on his lips

I will see him again.

 

I’m leaving.

Will pack my bags and walk through the door.

His heart in my pocket

The fear I stifle, like countless women before me

His daughter on my hip

Will I see him again?

 

Bittersweet

My family surrounds me

I haven’t been home for so long

Broken shackles of thankless drudgery

Lay in the dust of my past

Open doors offering another chance at my misplaced dreams

Bittersweet

I will see him again.

Right?