Let’s call it home

The scraped knees and pig tails,

pretend food and real tears.

How real it felt then and how distant it feels now,

I ask a stranger “do you remember”?

“did it happen”?

I dream about the house I lived in,

everyday,

or was it not?

I am 10 again. I disappoint her.

Feels like another life time,

I call after her, she runs away.

More and more into the dark

She will follow the light again

I will be waiting, with real food this time.