Saturday, October 29, 2022

Left of Kin

How much have you got of what
You came here for? You didn’t
Come here for anything, hey?

So you say. Your family
Into which you were born grew
And assembled its army,

Then faded into the mists,
Forgetting each other, bit
By bit, assembling new groups,

Smaller, larger, around them.
You had your own. Fumbled it,
Lost them, built another one.

Somehow, here you are, decades
On, one of those left that aren’t
Precisely bereft. Just left.

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