Upon Leaving Narnia

What are you supposed
to do
when the people you’ve
trusted
for fourteen years
(do you hear me, fourteen years)
just stop liking you
(can you believe it,
stop
liking
you!)
Please tell me, because
around here
I’m
a ghost
a stranger
an invisible
(in my own home, darling!)
It’s boring me,
and I have a
feeling
that breaking a
mother/daughter
father/daughter
sister/brother/sister/brother
relationship in this
fashion
could be
(and I hate to say this)
impossible
to
fix.