Growing Up


How long to discover the lacking?
To find what has never been missed,
in a house where all life was sent packing
in the moment I had to exist.

As the adults sat silent above me
I was less of a son, more a viewer.
I wonder, did you really love me?
That’s not you,that’s just me, I’m sure.

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