im the las of two the second of one

brought to a place with big buildings, all the same

little maintenance cars back and forth

big front yard fille with fluffy green grass

out until the street lights turned on

blue , purple , pink cotton candy sunsets

always at the corner was the man i called dad.

stepping inside music blasting

laughter and giggles and the smell of a freshly cooked meal

from having 4 to just us 3

no more music no more mouth watering aromas

no more meeting at the corner just to my aunts

getting picked up by mom and getting surprised

a little cotton ball peeping out her winter jakcet

ceneter of attention until that one call

from rarely ever seeing him to always being with him

no more trips for two but 3 with he puppy

no more awkward family gatherings

not whole but to me it was completely whole