Again I have driven, and driven, and driven,
I am glad to see my mother and wish I could see
her more often
But I live too far away from her, too far
From all I love. Who do I love now, who will
love me back?
So this too hot day I drove away, drove back here,
to the last place we called home, where we had love but
not me alone.
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