Looking through the fence, expecting to see you arrive.
Your promises sounded so real that time around.
Mama’d told me not to get my hopes up too high.
But I couldn’t believe that you would let me down.
You didn’t even call me after the last time,
When I had daydreams of your boisterous laugh.
And I’d contemplated how a hug would feel so good,
Hanging on to precious memories from our past.
But as I looked through the wire fence hours later,
I suddenly knew that you were once again lying.
Yet, my hope never ended, even into adulthood,
And I’m here to sit with you today as you lay dying.