Left Behind

I said I want to go back.
They don’t understand.
And that makes me feel
childish. Leaving a cherished
stuffed animal by the swing.
Seeing doe eyes. Eye to eye.
Deep inside. And I’m lost.
Maybe something should
have been left. Like ashes of
the future. And as all the stuff
is packed away they seem as
sad and out of place as I am

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