You gave him that shirt; He smiled with exuberant hope,
Mend his shirt you try, or just let it on hold,
Because I think you need time; to mend again his cloth,
Please don’t give in or even get cold.
He left you at home, to gave you some space,
But now you are leaving in such a daze,
Your stride is fast, it’s impossible to walk with,
But I’m sure he will try hard even though with scratch.
You open the door, and I keep asking you,
Please don’t leave now, without any cue,
Because he’ll be home soon and still hoping you,
To still be here so he can be with you…
Please stay, so he won’t get hurt,
When nobody’s home.
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