inside

f.i.f.t.e.e.n

it was just like yesterday.

these countless times
visiting you
became nothing to me.

your mother
was no longer
a threat

your father
no longer
cared

the rain came
pouring down,
making patterns
on the window

the howl of the wind
sent shivers
down my spine
as i held onto
the blanket that was mine

but you tried to wake the sun
by making me tea.

you should know
that
i don't like tea.