Walking toward my attic doors.
That lead to the garage
then out doors.
To go on this long gurney.
I can not say that I'm not hurting.
To see my house as i walk by.
And say a farewell as i walk by.
The window that my parents sleep.
I cover my mouth and weep.
Then i walk down the hill.
To see my lover waiting still.
He holds me close as we both leave.
To live and have a GOOD family...
