childlike, broken open
the dream comes again
guilt anger pain
i want to do things differently
go back in time
in the dream
the house still sits
empty
waiting
and you are still alive
i advocate for your return
reading old love letters
written on scraps of paper
glued together from your collection
explain to liz how my mom did you wrong
years later another breakdown
i wake and worry
don't let me be next.
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