September

September

September

It was a September

When you uttered my name

For the last time

You sat me down

Parted my hair

Braided my locks

And lied

You said you would be back

Tucked me beneath worn out sheets

Kissed my forehead

And told me to dream

You promised to be there

When I awoke

Bread freshly baked

And juice on the table

When my sleepy eyes opened

And my ears readjusted

What smothered me most

Was the shrill of silence

The staircase creaked

Beneath my young feet

The kitchen was empty

The house was still

That was the day

You stole my home.


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