Coming HomeAndrew turns into his driveway, after another long day of school. Driving to and from school, a privilege of being a senior, has given him much time to relax, and think about himself. When he is at school there is constant class. When he is at home, he is constantly doing work. The work of multiple advanced placement classes has completely overwhelmed him, so these long, relaxed ventures home are his time to turn everything off for a small while and think.It has been on these drive and occasional stops at the park on the way home, where he has finally decided that it is time to stop hiding, and today is the day that he exposes himself. His subtle flamboyancy is not the way he wants his feelings to be expressed. He steps into the bright kitchen where his tall blonde haired mother is stirring a pot. She continues, as she diverts her attention for a second at her eldest son to greet him. He co
So many faces...I walk down the streetAnd see another face.Ive never seen her beforeWill I see her again?I cannot helpbut to look at them allwhat if Ive just missedthe most handsome manor maybe a womanwho looks like my motherbut with shorter hairlike my best friendI would hate to missOne beautiful faceAll made uniqueYet never to see again.