how much can memory make disappear
and where does everything banished go to linger
hold tight
*
the further away I was
the more familiar my hands became
*
the longer I was away
the slower she died
*
I come home to the ruins of my childhood
only a few rooms contain life
*
my own ghosts hold on
reflecting everything that was lost
*
I live here
how much more
how much longer
how
at all
*
it looked beautiful once
but violence remodelled every single room
until abandonment said enough
for as long as we could
we stayed
knowing that nothing was okay
Croque-Melpomene 