🛣️ White Lines 🛣️

Leslie likes the white lines on the road  
And her coffee table.  
The party girl who grew up too fast,  
Now asks her 15-year-old niece for cash.  
Bouncing from hotel to motel,  
You used to be so beautiful—  
To think of the woman you could have been  
Breaks my heart.  
  
We hung out a couple of times,  
You were so much fun to be around.  
What broke you? Who hurt you?  
Why couldn’t you just walk away from that life?  
I loved your smile, your hazel eyes,  
The most beautiful brown skin—  
You were a dropout.  
  
I cared for you,  
But I loved a drug addict once—  
My mother.  
And I couldn’t bring myself to chase  
Another stray in the streets.  
  
Leslie likes the white lines on the road,  
And her coffee table.
 
NP