DarlingJacket

Leaving isn't quite the same, he said to me, As running away If you're scared or tired of what you're scared of Well, why should you stay? He loved to say goodbye, And always counted out the time Until he was free, to get up and leave To learn how to breathe Again Slipping out to have a cigarette with someone else that he'd never met Asks her if, by the way, would she like to run away and try to forget? Or just not to stay, to leave without saying why To get up and go To catch the last train To get in some car And drive out again To never come back this way And have to say goodbye

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me. I drove home in the California dusk. I could feel the alcohol inside of me. Home. Picture the look on my stepfather's face, Ready for the bad things to come. I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway. The motor screaming out stuck in second gear. The scene ends badly as you might imagine, in a cavalcade of anger and fear. There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year.

Why can't it be? No two people feel the same way at the same time.