Lolo,
When will I see you again?
Lola is still waiting for you.
She sits and reminisces where you two first met.
Sometimes she'd hold onto your old favorite pack of cigarettes,
Smelling the scent but she'd never smoke.
She always said it was for her best.
Lola misses you.
And reminds me everyday how much she regrets,
not telling you how handsome you looked in your old sweater vest.
Now will you come back?
Our heart aches, everyday.
It hurts me the most to watch Lola cry
as she prays.
When you come back,
Will you mistake me for my sister?
Call me her name instead?
Tease me and make fun of my so called "Big Head?"
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