The door closes behind me, and I pull my hat over my eyes
and my mind races silently as the heavens sorrowfully cry
teardrops hitting me harder than any pummeling ever before
and I see a child wrapped up tightly sitting alone on the floor
his hair is plastered to his forehead, but he doesn't shed a tear
I feel us being connected, he sees me and shows no fear
so I approach the small boy; so young that he can't talk
somebody bumps me, so I look away from the sidewalk
I look back, the child is gone, all that's left is his small jacket
peering at the tag, in permanent marker it says "Patrick"
confirming my belief, the child was not magic, he was me
remembering what I had seen, that afternoon that they left me.......

*remembers*

I woke up late, my tear stained eyes looked up into Her face,
and I noticed that the worry lines around Her eyes encased,
and He stood behind her; they were dressed and ready to go
I didn't comprehend it then, but now I wouldn't have shown
my elation at being allowed out of the house, even in the rain
She changed me and got me dressed, Her eyes still showing pain
I didn't notice then, too bad, I look back now and realise
the pain I saw reflected there was what made the heavens cry
so we exited the house and She hugged me tightly there
He whispered to her after a while; He never really cared
and She put me down there and kissed me on both cheeks
She told me not to worry and said that She would miss me
so I sat there crying in the rain, until some strange passers by
picked me up and took me home, the heavens stopped their cry
the sun came out and I could see that I would still live on
and I knew, at that young age, that life would carry on

*leaves the memory*

I walked home that rainy afternoon, thinking of the past
my mother was such an enigma, I knew this vision wouldn't last
I reached my home and took off my coat and hat; I wouldn't pout
I turned on the evening news................and Her face stared out....
covered in heaven's tears....

*reporter:.... Elisa Grant was found dead today in Sunnybrook Park. Anyone with information is to call the authorities. Moving on.......*
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Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis