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    dots Submission Name: When Did This Happen?dots
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    Author: Lisa Milligan
    ASL Info:    48/F/VA
    Elite Ratio:    3.71 - 38/47/21
    Words: 602
    Class/Type: Misc/
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    dotsWhen Did This Happen?dots
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    It started during the summer after eleventh grade
    I was expecting it to be a summer like any other summer
    You would spend a week on the houseboat with your best friend
    Go to Kings Dominion for a day
    We would go to the beach
    Or take a road trip for a long weekend
    I’d be at work each day
    You’d spend the day at home doing whatever the school gave you
    To prep for your high school AP classes next year
    You’d be there when I got home
    And we would eat
    Laugh and talk about our day
    You telling me about your projects and schoolwork
    Me telling you how my big mouth got me in trouble
    But had people laughing at the same time
    What great thing my boss did that day
    Because he’s the most decent human being I’ve ever worked for
    Who I was crushin’ on now and driving myself crazy over
    What people were saying about my writing
    Or how I was trying to deal with my dad and my brother screwing me over again
    And how Dad could just let me go
    Effortlessly
    You’d always say the right thing
    And I’d be OK, at least for awhile

    But that’s not how the summer went
    I’d leave early for work
    Listening to your sleepy “goodbye”
    You’d spend the day doing whatever the school gave you
    To prep for your AP classes for next year
    Just like each summer since high school started
    When I came home from work
    No longer were you there
    You’d already have left
    Out with your friends, or at work for the evening
    You’d get home and I’d be asleep
    And the next day we’d do it all over again

    Now you’re back in school, and it’s your senior year
    We get up early, and you’re out the door
    With a “goodbye, love you!” thrown over your shoulder
    And I go to work
    You come home and do your homework
    I come home from work
    And you’re not there, off to work for the evening
    Or on the weekends, you’re at work or out with friends
    You come home and I’m asleep
    And the next day we’d do it all over again

    Yes, now I come home to an empty house
    Eat alone
    No one to laugh with and share my day with
    I don’t know anything about your life
    I don’t have anyone to talk to about who made me laugh today
    Or how I had someone cracking up over what I said
    Or talk to about my boss, or about my latest crush
    I don’t have someone to read my poetry and critiques
    And tell me that my brother’s just Dad’s tool
    And that Dad probably does really love me and miss me
    But doesn’t have the balls to pick up the phone
    I’ll have to tell myself these things
    So I’ll be OK, at least for awhile
    When did this happen?

    This house is quiet tonight as I write this down
    Trying to make sense of my confusion about all these changes
    I know college is coming
    I’ve been trying to be ready to watch you walk out my door
    Trying to accept you won’t live here anymore
    I know you haven’t left for college yet
    I know you’re not in the next room
    I know you’re just out for the evening with your buddies
    I’m missing you already
    And slowly the confusion clears
    Like a camera lens coming into focus
    And the answer hits me

    You’re already gone





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    ||| Comments |||
      Lisa
    My God this is absolutely stunning
    One of my Favorite songs of all time is Cats In The Cradle and this write immediately drew my mind to that song
    I dont know if you were thinking of writing this as lyrics but this would make a beautiful and Emotional song
    An Outstanding Job!!!
    I am making this a Favorite
    God Bless
    Ron
    | Posted on 2006-10-17 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      Beautiful, that everything just came out ever so nicely, and just beautifully straight at the topic. And the image you had put up became a movie as I read through the lines...

    Okay, I'm a bad commenter, lol. I haven't been doing this for such a long time.

    You would like thoughts, and I think that this really tells that awful nibbling pain of loneliness, until you can really feel empty...

    (that's probably when the rocking chair comes in to give a momentum in which tells u that ure in Earth or something, and the sun beams into the window closing the day, u have to get it over with, with nothing else better to look at, other than the sun, or a child you can't see...)

    That's what I felt. Its like when a child moved on, god had forbidden you to know anything more about one you love...

    But when I thought about it in the end, I felt warmed up by this write, about to cry. Life goes on, and if you have that time, never spend it on waiting too long. I'm really glad that you wrote this out, not just to share the view, but that YOU voiced it out. I am not able to relate to this situation... but I roughly know how it feels... losing someone... ANYWAYS, its a fantastic job.

    Keep on writing, please do. Take care.

    (Sorry am a bit jIngly jAngly here. I'm an unstable kiddo. )
    | Posted on 2006-10-16 00:00:00 | by RyukiTZR | [ Reply to This ]


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