tell me what's the difference if i go back to normal again?

Things might be different in a house with a patio, sliding glass doors and vases.

Maybe if my parents held hands when I was little I'd know the way you and I could fit together. Instead I saw the suitcases packed every night, I recited the old dark stories, I remembered to run away.

I'd like nothing more than to hear you ask me to stay. I only wish I had an idea how.


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Imperfect Mum said...

So beautifully written. You can express so much with so little words.