Visiting New England
Home for the Heartache
Published in
Nov 19, 2020
I’m returning home
A place of death and rebirth
Where traumas take root and
First times lead to goodbyes
Too soon
Family, friends, flings
With no therapy, no yoga
Revel in expectations
So I hold my breath as I
Climb my parents’ steps
Questions I can’t answer
Already forming on their lips
Jobs, money, marriage
“Have you visited your aunt yet?”
Please, I’m depressed enough
My friends from high school
Take me to the dive bar
I sip my tequila, soda, lime
It’s nice watching the leaves fall
Knowing you don’t have to stay
