"mother, why are we packing our bags?"
"we need to run away."
i nod my head
but then father said
we would regret that mistake.
we locked ourselves
inside the car
but we didn't dare leave
he watching from the window
as we cried
his sad face replayed in memory.
YOU ARE READING
Okay.
PoetrySometimes to know it's okay can be the hardest thing you have to do. But no matter how it may seem, just remember it's true. ____________ Lowercase intentional. I'll let you decide which parts of the story is true and not.
