Old Friends

Call me home, Mama

Mama call me home

Papa, the night is getting dark

Come out and find me

Call me home

 

I'm seven years old, in my best friend's backyard

Mama is calling

Papa, the night is coming

It's getting dark, I'm going home

 

I'm twelve years old, in a friend's backyard

There is no 'best' anymore

Mama is calling, I say

She's not. The sun is out

Papa, the night is a million years away

I'm going home

 

I'm fifteen years old, in my backyard

looking over the fence at another

There is no 'friend' anymore

Mama isn't calling

Papa, it ain't getting dark

I'm going home

 

I will be twenty, in my parents' backyard

looking over the fence at her parents'

There is no 'friend' anymore

Not even a face

Mama isn't calling

Papa, it ain't getting dark

I'm already home

 

I remember when she was better than home

twoblueviolets

OH

15 years old

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