life felt pointless, like lines leading nowhere

No sound is more familiar to a kid

then the glaring response of a parent

saying only "because I said so"

And so it was for me

That was that

We were leaving

Again.

No matter that I'd found you

No matter that life was good

or that I had one for once

a full one, for the first time

The road was too tempting

the local men too disappointing

So we were headed Southeast

Home.

That's where Mom said we would go

and where I said we'd be leaving

Words could be argued, sure

but we were going either way

"because I said so"

You and your mom gave me gifts

a sweet goodbye card from a shop

and a possession so very prized

it has never been unwrapped

Years later your mom told me

that it rained the three days that we drove

You could not be consoled, but kept saying

"the gods are crying, Mom, they're crying

because she left"

She never told me what she said in reply

and I wonder to this day 

From within my mother's Honda

I harbored anxiety, manifested in

an "uneasy feeling in my stomach.

The kind you get when you realize

you actually have no control" 

Little did I know then, in that car,

that such feelings were only beginning

From there they Jes Grew

soon enough my skin would crawl

my heart would ache

my voice would retire

the words of strangers and family alike

would become meaningless

mere Mumbo Jumbo

to a hurting near-teenager

without a soul to call friend

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