That stranger in Alabama
He scares me
His face in my eyes,
Everywhere I look
Crying out in my head
No relief
I need him to leave.
Physically gone,
But always there.
Does he know what he did?
Why won't he leave?
There were so many others
Why only him?
Seeing his every movement as I spoke,
Noticing every sip of his drink,
Every puff on that cigarette.
I need him out so badly that it hurts.
And he'll never know what has happened.
He'll never care,
But I am to blame...

 
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