This is the way things happen.
Tonight I watched my sisters husband leave. He packed his bag, he put Jordans sippy cup in the dish washer, and he left.
I wanted to hold him before he drove away. He pulled out of the drive-way and he waved, and I knew that he wanted to hold me too.
I went upstairs to check on Jordan, sleeping on her hands, she dosn't know he won't be here in the morning.
My sister slept thought the whole thing, on the couch to The Dead Presidents on mute. I helped her upstairs to bed, I wrote some heartfelt comment in lipstick on her mirror, she'll see it tomorrow when she gets up to go work.
I don't ever want to see that again, I mean that in a very desperate way.
I wanted to hold him before he drove away. He pulled out of the drive-way and he waved, and I knew that he wanted to hold me too.
I went upstairs to check on Jordan, sleeping on her hands, she dosn't know he won't be here in the morning.
My sister slept thought the whole thing, on the couch to The Dead Presidents on mute. I helped her upstairs to bed, I wrote some heartfelt comment in lipstick on her mirror, she'll see it tomorrow when she gets up to go work.
I don't ever want to see that again, I mean that in a very desperate way.