“Lost (Or No Longer)”

The car window isn’t enough,
its transparent body holds no candle
to the rush of ghosts that would wrap themselves on me
whenever I’d pass by
the old houses
that once belonged to my
second/third/fourth family.
It all comes gushing back,
feelings I cannot contain with tightly cupped hands,
as I struggle a thought pops in
an epiphany I tried hard not to shine light on:
I am no longer sixteen and


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