him her

man

ive been wondering lately,

if he's going to come home late again.

through the side door where the light has been left on,

where i would be waiting, no matter how late.

he always came home after dark, when he'd be hanging with his friends.

then, i would have yelled at him.

now..

now i would run up to my little boy and hug him tight so he never left again.

but i know

i know..

hes not coming back again.