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My mother left us and she today still has not called and said hello. Maybe once a month to make sure that we are still alive, but when she left this time, she killed my sister and I. Maybe because we are older now and know better, and we can remember more clearly, but this time really hurt the worst. My sister and I arent going to let it happen again though. This was the third time, and the last time.

I wrote this poem and I am really missing my mom. She has never been there all along and it is really hurting me not to see my mom, but she ran from us, not the other way around.

Written for a friend who doesn't deserve to be ignored.

She knows, and she knows, and she knows.

For those of you who are not theatrically inclined: 'The Great White Way' refers to Broadway, and this poem describes an audition experience of mine.