One Last Dance

You left me when I was at the tender age of three,
you left and you never told me where you would be.
I was punished for your mistakes,
not allowed to withdraw from the aches.
As stranger after strange arrived and departed,
I became more and more down hearted.

She took her anger out each day,
my sister and I never wanted to stay.
We couldn’t wait until we could get away.

Each stranger had their own set of problems,
and they let their anger out upon us.
None of her boyfriends had our trust.

You left when I was really young,
and because of you my childhood wasn’t fun.
My sister spent her days taking care of me,
because you had to leave.

There was one though,
who I never wanted to let go.
He was with us for a while,
he was the one who could always make us smile.

They got married,
and each day her mood varied.
They were together for five years,
and finally I realized that my fears,
the ones that stuck in the back of my mind,
were finally coming true.

My mother’s boyfriends had always been violent,
there threats always causing us to be silent.

But her husband never laid a deadly hand on us,
I was so glad that I finally had someone to trust.
We became use to this new routine,
I really did love Gene.
I thought of him as my second father,
we lived there for a while, altogether.

Everything was fine until that day,
the day she threw everything away.
She treated him like dirt,
and he slowly became very hurt.
Then finally he decided he didn’t want to have a part in our lives,
he was sick and tired of her lies.
I don’t blame him, for I was too.

The day we had to leave hurt so bad,
I never wanted to say goodbye to my step dad.
I cried my eyes out for days,
wondering why each day that we couldn’t stay.
If I had the chance I would go back in time,
To let him know that everything would be better if he gave us one more chance.
All I want to do is have just one last dance.