Separate Lives

We grew up with the stifling rules, the anger, and the dread. You found friends to be the family missing from our home. I withdrew and closed my door until I could escape. When we grew up and left the house, our common roots gave us a bond we cherished. Now you’ve become what you despised. I am a voice you disregard as you were treated, minimized. We’re distanced both in space and mind. We live our separate lives.

You discount me, just

a puckered apple

in the farmer’s market sales bin.

published in The Interstitial