I used to wait by the window for you to come home; I was worried. I scanned the street below; looking for your face; my mind racing; wondering where you were and why you were out so late. Sometimes I’d hear the door open and my heart rate would go down and I could go to bed and drift off to sleep in peace. Other nights I just gave up and hoped eventually you’d come home. The last time ever i saw you looked scroungy and upset; they were arguing with you; either you clean up your act or you cant live here anymore; they said. You left for good that time; never to return home again. At least now I know you’re safe.
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Hello, my name is Dave. I love to write, it is my passion, I try to be vulnerable and honest in all of my posts. I hope to use writing to make a difference in the lives of others and help myself in the process; this blog has been very therapeutic and I can't believe I never took the time to write in the " about me" section. I am not a professional writer but it would be a dream of mine to be published. Please take the time to read this blog and feel free to comment anytime. View all posts by revolutionarymusings