Friend,
They told me
The winter of this year,
You have a plan to go somewhere.
Go and see Sarah and Molly
With your favorite camera,
And pure Alabama dialect.
When you leave,
I'll be left high and dry.
For when I am here, sitting alone,
I will not see your smiling face –
a full moon hanging faithfully.
Couldn't you have waited for my good-bye?
They told me
The winter of this year,
You have a plan to go somewhere.
Go and see Sarah and Molly
With your favorite camera,
And pure Alabama dialect.
When you leave,
I'll be left high and dry.
For when I am here, sitting alone,
I will not see your smiling face –
a full moon hanging faithfully.
Couldn't you have waited for my good-bye?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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