klaraohara
I wrote you a letter
Things have been easier
When you are further away
I don't know you
I realize
And I don't need to
What do they think of us
Of themselves
In their tired old houses
Scratching at the wallpapers
That reveal who they once were
they laugh
at others
but at themselves
in some ways
the water overflows
trickles down
and I have lost everything
I thought I needed
it is easy then
to feel lost
but I smile
for I too
know those shackles