Tag: coming-of-age

Where,
did you go that night?
Dancing under the streetlamps?
Frolicking in the city?
Lying in your own filth,
is what mother would have told me.
Ere,
I remember you as a cautionary tale,
one our father repeated nightly
to never be like you,
nor be like him.
Scared,
that maybe one day,
I’ll walk into this town,
that’s grey and hard and,
cold like an iron rod in Winter;
And I’ll find it’s the same
as the night you escaped.
I’m ready now,
wait for me, please,
I’m packing my bags,
they’re lighter than I expected.
Wait for me,
I’m coming.