Hours have gone by.
But it only seemed like a few minutes.
Maybe because I was so exited to see my mom after years.
But. I waited all night. Until next morning.
But she never came.
I waited more.
To my suprise.
The sun was going down.
My throat hurt.
I got up.
And left.
Something bad had happened.
Walking to the nearest 7/11.
Cars zooming past me.
But I focused on 1 car going slower than the rest.
A red car.
Old.
1 white door.
Dirty.
Something was weird about it.
Actually not it.
But the person driving the car.
He looked like he was trying way to hard to keep "lowkey".
But I could feel that he was doing something bad.
Something really bad.
I knew.
But by then.
If was long gone.
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Don't forget
PoetryI try to remember. I try to not feel uncomfortable. But I cant. In the end, I always forget.