This summer
You’ll
Graduate and her feet will be here.
This morning
I
Sit and count the hours wasted on tears
in just the last 24 hours.
Last weekend
Mum
Asked her to come home, but nowhere feels like home now.
How does one tell a harsh truth like that to her Mum?
She
Knows.
And unfortunately, she knows it all too well.
It’s awful that she does
But it’s comforting, let’s
her
Know
She will always understand.
She still has her.
Where are you?
Do
You
feel better having obtained that piece of paper?
It is the pursuit of that piece of paper you have made all that more arduous for
her.
It’s in your grip,
though.
Just
like I was.
Congratulations.
It’s all said and
Done.
The price has been paid.
The right party has done very well!
Shame
I can’t say the same for
her.
Yet
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
This summer
You’ll
Graduate and her feet will be here.
This morning
I
Sit and count the hours wasted on tears
in just the last 24 hours.
Last weekend
Mum
Asked her to come home, but nowhere feels like home now.
How does one tell a harsh truth like that to her Mum?
She
Knows.
And unfortunately, she knows it all too well.
It’s awful that she does
But it’s comforting, let’s
her
Know
She will always understand.
She still has her.
Where are you?
Do
You
feel better having obtained that piece of paper?
It is the pursuit of that piece of paper you have made all that more arduous for
her.
It’s in your grip,
though.
Just
like I was.
Congratulations.
It’s all said and
Done.
The price has been paid.
The right party has done very well!
Shame
I can’t say the same for
her.
Yet
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