If I close my eyes,
I can almost hear my mother
Callin’, “Neil, go find your brother!
Daddy’s home, and it’s time for supper!
And I see two boys
Racin’ up two flights of staircase,
Squirmin’ into Papa’s embrace,
And his whiskers warm on their face.
Where’s it gone?
Oh, where’s it gone?
I can still recall
The smells of cookin’ in the hallways,
Rubbers drying in the doorways,
And report cards I was always
Afraid to show.
Mama’d come to school,
And as I’d sit there softly crying,
Teacher’d say, “He’s just not trying!
He’s got a good head, if he’d apply it,
But, you know yourself,
It’s always somewhere else!”
Thought of going back...
But all I’d see are strangers’ faces,
And all the scars that love erases.
But, as my mind walks through those places,
What’s come of them...