Another long trip, another short weekend, that's life on
the pike. Two days, two of fourteen, then back to loneliness, a father without children.
It's hard to be alone, without your children - alone. It's a very special loneliness, one
that drains your strength and weakens your spirit.
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They're gone now, back to the other end of the pike, put
away their things, in the drawers, in their bedrooms. Rooms of empty beds, rooms of full
drawers. I put them away, away in drawers. I put my babies back in drawers for twelve more
days, then I take them out for another weekend. Another long trip, another short weekend,
life on the pike.
LCK © May, 2000 |
