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It's fine, daddy will walk through the door soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon. Outside in a driveway A man sits and waits. His family has long given up on calling Dinner is on the table. They try to carry on as normal Exchanging small talk Work and the weather. It's fine, daddy will be walking in soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon. Averting their gazes From the fiery eyes Of the tailgate Shining beams through the window. Wake up. It's not fine; it's cold outside and they need you to be alright. He knows what he's doing But truly he has no control. All he is sure of is that when he comes home He wants to be all there.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Sitting, Watching, Worrying
It's fine, daddy will walk through the door soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon. Outside in a driveway A man sits and waits. His family has long given up on calling Dinner is on the table. They try to carry on as normal Exchanging small talk Work and the weather. It's fine, daddy will be walking in soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon. Averting their gazes From the fiery eyes Of the tailgate Shining beams through the window. Wake up. It's not fine; it's cold outside and they need you to be alright. He knows what he's doing But truly he has no control. All he is sure of is that when he comes home He wants to be all there.
For the many who have lost their loved ones to the world.
abaigeal-skye
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
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