Alone now, 5 a.m.
I gently close the door
After we kiss goodbye.
I knew that you must leave;
Encouraged you to go,
Your need greater than mine
To have you remain here.
Go tend to your father.
Then, swiftly, do fly home
into my loving arms.
Tragically Alone, Once
Long past, he was alone.
Mom took us to visit
His fam'ly, far away,
Leaving him to pickle
His bourbon-drenched psyche.
Broken beyond knowing,
Heeding despair's urging,
He left us all alone.
Hopefully Alone
I'm not my father's son.
His was not an answer.
I've found a better Way:
My hope lies in the Lord.
I love you, but have placed
My reliance on One
Who never disappoints.
Thus can I bid you go
do as you must, for now,
eagerly awaiting
you to return to me.
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