Snow paints my windows
The old red car melts the snow down the street
Plastic trash bags full of your worn out clothes, fill your hands
Anger rages through your body
Every once in awhile a smirk breaks through that evil grin
Uncertainty, fills your eyes
No direction
No path
Just children riding bikes
Now you ride on buses and planes
There is no more snow
I don’t wake up to your alarm anymore
No more waiting for you to get home so dad doesn’t yell at you
You left
You no longer have a bag of clothes
You have one uniform
We miss you
Cold winter on our third floor
Hot days in pants and boots
You are not a person
You are just another name
We are proud of you