i don't want a 4am phone call
asking for help

i don't want the crying
the begging
the accusations
thrown at you
but effecting me just the same

i don't want that sunken heart feeling
while answering a call i have always dreaded

i don't want to see you
in a state
of belligerence
incoherent
combative and drunk

i thought i was through with all that
once you left

i can't help you anymore
you chose to grow up
and move out
you said 'it was time'

yes, you have moved out
but you are far from grown up.