that night i listened to the sobs escaping momma's lips
while i scrubbed the carpet
where her sadness rose up her throat
in a burning, ugly tasting form of pain
and i swept up the broken pieces
where her heart fell out of her chest
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Short Storythere's something especially heartbreaking about watching your daddy leave. there's something oh so ruining about watching your momma cry.
