Good-bye

Can I help you pack?
Your t-shirt of tears tucks tightly inside
This suitcase I store under my bed,
Like the princess and her pestering pea
I covet sleep.

Can I fix you a snack?
Your hunger for pity is all that I feed
From my fridge of frailty and fluffernutter
Sandwiches, a belly ache ensues and
I crave digestion.

Can I give you a ride?
Your taxi to Forgotten still hasn't arrived
At my screen door, a locked yet limpid place,
Like mom watching me get onto the bus
I crave freedom.

Can we say good-bye?
To the night he shoved me past the fridge, past the door,
On my bed, on his way to being a boy
With a wooden nose and donkey ears
He said he heard nothing.

Can I just be here?
Without your swords and your shields, without our memory of hate
In my house I've rebuilt since he left me with you.
I'm home alone for the very first time
and I'll be okay.