Loss
Ensnared in time
hopeless attempts to
keep those packets of memories
the glittering walls that scraped the shit out of your elbows
the friendly faces at the door
smells of chol and sholai wafting down
chasing each other through the hallways
baseball slide to be the first into the bathroom
embarrassed parents whisper yell at you to behave
this is someone else's house
is it?