25.1.12

My bad.

I am not a materialist; I sent home what I stole.
Even though home is nowhere.
At least that’s what I was told.
But still you’ve risen taller, faster
than I could get off the ground.
I sit now in a house of cards
that fell too fast.
You're nowhere to be found.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Kathryn! I like the poem. The lines "Even though home is nowhere. At least that's what I was told" especially resonated with me.

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