Our Cell is 213.
We call it our home for a few months.
It's not like how we'd dreamed.
Our home would be a moving vehicle.
Our home would be on the run.
Our home would be a steering wheel.
Our home would be our love.
We would fantasise about our lives free.
Thinking about turning an abandoned shed into a home for two.
Maybe a few kittens we found at the side of the road.
That would be all we needed.
But Cell 213 was now our home.
It was going to be temporary,
No matter our life sentence.
