going home, I wake in the dark being carried to the house.
Face numb from the cold -- before I'm ready, or
want to say good night, he says
he doesn't want to go. But he goes.
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| When the days grow short -- when I fall asleep in the car
going home, I wake in the dark being carried to the house. Face numb from the cold -- before I'm ready, or want to say good night, he says he doesn't want to go. But he goes. |
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