Hung on the Wall: May 24, 2023

Recently,

I’ve been seeing so much of the old me.

Who am I supposed to be?

Shapeshifting,

changing...

Who are they missing?

That little girl who wanted-

so desperately,

to be anything,

but a little girl?

The love you lost,

but never knew?

The person who left,

but tore through?

Who do you chase?

Do you remember the face?

All this time gone,

buy it back,

at the pawn

shop,

down the road.

Next to my old aboad

are there still toads?

My hopes,

caught on the line,

left the same.

A shrine?

The picture-

in the frame.

Still hung,

just the same.