Tiny TV

Posted: June 4, 2014 by kenzie1215 in MacKenzieJ, Uncategorized

Those days at the visitation center, We had the choice whether to stay or go.

I always chose to go with you.

Those long car rides to one of the Carolinas, I never knew which one,

in the back seat with my brother watching the tiny TV screen squeezed into the gap between the two front seats.

Playing a random assort of movies that we drew out of the bag.

Matt and I sat covered by blankets watching the TV then you called my mom, screaming in a way that made my ears hurt,

calling her bad names.

TV on full blast, still unable to hear over the screams on the phone and gulping back the tears burning behind my eyelids.

That was when I realized it wasn’t going to work, this isn’t the way things are supposed to be.

That was when I said Goodbye to someone I no longer knew.

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