a_ride_home_from_school
art choke everything about that day,
was oh-so-clear.
every memory and sound and thought.
i was waiting for my hopeless mother to pick me up from school.
a simple task she likes to makes difficult. late, as usual.
i knew you, somewhat, we've exchanged a few meaningless words.
you drove right up to me, offered me a ride home.
i smiled, replied,'no thanks, someone'll be here soon.'
you questioned. i denied.
then you drove away.
i wanted you to know,
that your niceness almost made me cry.
m.s., thank you...
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