Where Will I Go?
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
What will I do, having nowhere to go?
I am so angry with my Mother, and she has to know.
What was she thinking, where was her brain?
>From strangling her, I must refrain.
The press conference went well, I hope they believed.
As I head back to my office, where I can start to grieve.
My life's work is over, what on earth will I do now?
Could Jim really believe I would do this to him somehow?
It is my entire fault, I knew better than to leave it about.
Now, I deserve to have Jim just get mad and kick me out.
But he doesn't, he seems to be almost as upset as me.
Do you suppose that is possible, can he let things be?
I don't think so; too many things have been said and done.
And I am getting that feeling, where I really need to run.
Time to cut loose and let Jim have his own life.
He doesn't need this entire strife.
My heart is breaking; I am dying inside.
And my thoughts from him I must hide.
He is talking to me and wants it to continue as before.
I got to tell you, this throws me, right to the floor.
He seems all right, seems to be just fine.
I guess the only bad thoughts are mine.
I will have to work on all this and see where it leads.
I only want things to be like they were, with this I plead.
No in fact, I want them better, this time we will talk.
Or it would be better for one of to leave now, take a walk.
We can't act like it didn't happen, like it is all sunny and light.
No, we really need to talk about it, it would only be right.
I hope we can work this out, will give it a try.
Now I need to go to my room, I need to cry.
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