Marco DiLeonardo Art

Leave me alone for an afternoon.
Guess it’s always on me.
Guiding you down that road.
Down that long corridor.
We’re not there just yet.
I’ll pick you up and get you there.

Everyone else is in the way.
Standing with their backs to the door.
I bought you something to make myself feel better.
Funny how nothing works in times like these.
Not until tomorrow or at least dinner.

Six years to the day
Crying every way.
My favorite color bruise.
Learning the benefits of being kind.
You should have been nicer to me.
Now back by zero demand.