waiting

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By bobbi

what time could it be? am I late for school? It's only 4am so your're nowhere in sight. I wait. for the bars to close for your connection to be home for the men to leave for your new friends to turn down the music so I can get a few hours sleep its only Tuesday, after all and I have a test. they give tests in fourth grade and other moms don't show up drunk at open house and other moms are proud for stupid finger painting and cards made of felt... I wait. You don't come to my recitals you don't show for my plays you forgot my birtday and you ruin every holiday. I wait. for you to smile when you look at me.

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