'home'
To the house I grew up in,
Packing my boxes
Getting into my car
Driving away from your walls that raised me
I look back every so often
To peer through your windows at my childhood
And see that your paint is still chipped
And your fence is still leaning
And the roses won't grow
In the garden
That we planted
For hours
But now when I return to you,
Something has changed:
I sense that the flaws have grown deeper
Than an old paint job
And dead flowers
The air is
different, tense, unfamiliar
A deafening silence has settled in
That echoes dad's snores
From the couch
And mom's sighs
From the dinner table
Doors that once let sunshine flood your hallways
Are closed to conceal tension
And spite
The walls that once glued you together
Seem higher now
Thicker
A layer of eggshells dusts your floor
Threatening to be crushed
By the heaviness of words
So no one speaks
When it’s time to leave you again
I do not part with you nostalgically
But I escape you wishfully
(I’m sorry)
Repacking my boxes
Getting into my car
Driving far into the future
I put distance between me
And your walls that raised me
Only this time
When I leave you
I do not look back