I was saying my last good-byes to a special friend
who helped me get out of here.
Here where dad wanted me, and controlled me, or so he thought
for he had taught me well, and I learned well from the master.
He wanted me to to smile and be lady-like, so I did.
It made him happy.
Always I kept my front up even in front of my special friend,
except when we were alone in private.
He was so lonely, so desperate for someone;
He loved me, and I loved him for what I needed him for.
He was nervous at first, but I told him if he loved me,
he would do it my way, so he gave freely without care.
When he did, he saw a big smile for him on my face.
Eventually a chain reaction was set in motion.
The end result was that I was here,
going back to mom. I was happy.
Time to go; I say bye.
As I go to through security to my jet,
I wonder two things: if he has realized
that not everything I was carrying could be seen,
and also how long should I carry the unseen baggage.
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