For The ones I left behind
Flying back to reality
on a plane in cold mid-December
still the girl I was before I left
but wondering if anyone will care to remember...
A little less pink champagne
instead, I'll taste the salt of the east coast rain
under familiar old skies;
A little less cocaine..
sipping chamomile tea
with a home-cooked meal and writing my poetry
no make-up table or studio lights
Going back to the real simplicity
You won't miss me this year,
because I am going to be right there,
showing you that what I do
is not as glamorous as it looks to you
so here I step off this little plane,
just as I was before my whole life changed
same old girl
here to show you that I'm still the same
and I promise I'll see you soon.
copyright (c) Deanna Prall 2008
For The ones I left behind
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