…72 on 65

…did i stay long enough-

should i have talked more-

why did i feel ready to leave as soon as i arrived; its family-

the drive there felt great-

but once arrived, i needed an exit-

and even with the diagnosis, there’s always the why-

did I stare too much-

I didn’t mean to, if I did-

as I walked out, and they in-

i simply envied their normality-

the appearance of their calm-

oh how i wanted it-

so i complimented her pants-

and tho honest, i really wanted to break the awkwardness-

my sisters smile was so bright-

i wanted to be the cause-

but i said my goodbyes, as her friends said their hellos-

and i hated myself for the indifference; for the need of isolation-

so i cried all the way home-

silent enough for my son not to hear-

loud enough for God to comfort-

going 72 on 65-

kb