The House I Forgot To Grow Up In

 I can't remember if she ever wanted friends

I have a vague memory of her

wanting to be liked

But that sank into the cracks of the floorboards

as every other young desire shrank to fit

inside her small bedroom

before they could grow into adult passions

And that's how that little girl's life went

always in that tiny room

until she grew up

until she began to grow old

If I try to focus

I can still see her

sitting on her bed

deep into the corner

reading

always and forever

reading

I haven't dreamed of her in some time

but I have so very rarely dreamt of myself

I will soon though

for I have very often

dreamt of the dead

November 7, 2024

Tressa Lee Breen

Day 7 of 30 NaNoWriMo2024