“Take me with you,” I say in light hearted fun,
As we talk until our time is done.
“Take me with you,” I murmur as I cry in your car,
My teary eyes shining brighter than stars.
“Take me with you,” I think on your very last day,
It won’t be too long before you’re miles away.
“Take me with you,” I whisper the minute you leave,
Though I know now is not the right time to grieve.
“I wish you took me with you,” I say to the sky,
As I remember our heartfelt goodbye.
“Why couldn’t you take me with you?” I ask the night,
As I recover from yet another family fight.
“Come back, take me with you,” I tell you at last,
I know if you could, you’d be here in a flash.
“Take me with you,” I sigh as I fight through the nights,
Dreaming of when we can be together for the rest of our lives.