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The Hallway MAG
I remember that day so clearly
The only clear memory I have
Of the four of us together
Just like an all-American family
Only we knew we really weren't.
My mom was crying in her bedroom.
Rocky and I chased each other to get
To her, trying to be the first to help.
Then I see you at the end of the hall
Angry about yet another thing, leaning against the wall,
Then you disappear.
That hallway seemed so long
Now I know how short it really was.
That hallway looked so long,
As long as the time I had to wait for you
And wait for you again.
The Cabbage Patch Doll Gram bought
me was my baby but I wanted to be the baby.
Your baby, your baby Kadiddle again.
When you're little, everything looks
So big: McDonald's counters, parents,
And that one hallway that led from the
Kitchen to the bedrooms that now seems
Like the biggest symbol of
Who you were to me.
When you came for me those five o'clock Fridays
The password was always the same
"Didyoumissme or whydon'tyoucall"
And there was no hallway in your new place
where I could look at you, safe, from my young child's face.
That hallway was as short as the time
we had together, one time after only an hour,
Storming out of Gram's because you
Thought we didn't miss you enough.
The game is over. I'm too old to play.
The six-year-old me has grown away.
When you do come for me again
It will be too late.
Too late to play
Those guilt games anymore
I loved you, I love you still
I wanted to play, but not a game no one could win
That long, long hallway was not so long at all.
Not as long as the distance of that long and damaging fall.
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