Going Home

I slowly unpacked in my too clean room

It was no longer as comfortable as it used to be.

I need to be reacquainted with it to feel at home.

Downstairs in the living room was different.

The couch was occupied by my dad and dog.

My dad often laying down now that he’s sick.

The two recliners had my mom and brother.

The loveseat was occupied by my older brother

And everything he used or ate while there.

None of them looked up and sat up.

The only seat available was the floor,

So I moved my brother’s stuff.

The story repeated again and again.

I had been gone and they had adjusted.

And I had outgrown my spot.