Bring your dreams from when you were six.
Don't forget to let someone know where you are going so that, for God's sake, they might for once follow you into the night.
Bring that story book that your mother read to you when daddy stayed late at work.
Memorize the tune that you heard from gram when she was cooking that time in the kitchen at the house with the old porch and the big tree with the swing in the yard.
Wear those shoes that you wore to your last high school dance and your mom's funeral.
Pack away that book that holds those words that saved your life.
Pack away that heart of that girl who gave it to you as a gift.
Let's run.
Let's hurry because time is short and I am not really quite sure when he will be back.
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