No clue what I will do.

π˜Œπ˜•π˜‘π˜–π˜  π˜Šπ˜ˆπ˜™π˜π˜•π˜Ž π˜π˜–π˜™ π˜ π˜–π˜œπ˜™ π˜”π˜–π˜” π˜•π˜–π˜ž.π˜–π˜•π˜Œ π˜‹π˜ˆπ˜  π˜ π˜–π˜œ’π˜“π˜“ π˜žπ˜ˆπ˜•π˜› π˜›π˜– π˜ˆπ˜Žπ˜ˆπ˜π˜•.

I bought more panties, bras and pads than any gay man should.

More comfy purses to fit my arms than any straight man would.

To beauty parlors, nail salons and pharmacies with you

Been here and there and everywhere…I’m not sure what I’ll do.

The little walks and tearful talks and stories of your life

Have filled our days with laughs so thick, can’t cut them with a knife.

I get us lost, you drive me mad and tell me what to do

But we always end up back at home…I’m not sure what I’ll do.

The butts of jokes and puns of posts that make so many happy

That Q-Tip hair, the clothes you wear on Facebook looks so snappy.

So many pics that you have nixed and some you never knew

You make life fun to be your son…I’m not sure what I’ll do.

Clockwork calling days and nights to see how your day went

And kindly and reciprocally, you ask how mine was spent.

I can’t imagine how it’ll be some day when yours are through

You’re woven so deep in my days and weeks…I’m not sure what I’ll do.

No clue what I will do.