At five in the afternoon

At five in the afternoon

you would always leave.

You and Jim would sneak into bars

and have older men buy you beer.

It always sounded like great fun

to me, at least.

But, you never invited me

I was always left

On the white wooden porch

With my heart in my feet

Because, once again I had gotten my hopes to high.

Hopes that you and Jim

Would invite me this time.

 

At eleven you two would return.

Sometimes, with a party.

Sometimes, only the two of you.

And occasionally only one of you.  

Mama was never aware of your late return

Because she had already

Taken a large dose of sleeping pills

 

And went off to bed.

 

By midnight the two of you were passed out

On the floor or

Maybe on the couch

Yet, never in your bed’s.

And, even though you never invited me on your wild adventures

I still got you two up

And helped you two to your rooms.

And once again got my hopes up that tomorrow would be different.  

Author's Note

Don't hold back. I want to be a better writer

Reviews

[613]

"bed’s." should be "beds".

This was written well. Nice job!

- Brittney