She hesitated,

unsure

that I was me.

Her smile

dissolved,

ghostlike.

But then

she waved,

and my family

flooded me.

Homecomings Are Strange

You come home,

and everyone talks

at once

and everyone asks

questions,

but no one waits for the answers.

Instead they talk about themselves,

what they’ve been

up to,

what they’re going

to do next,

as if you’re a photo on the wall.

And then they talk to one another,

forgetting you’ve just

flown in,

forgetting you’re in

the backseat,

forgetting they’ve already said it all.

And you want to shout,

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