Come Back
They came back for me.
Not right away, but a week goes by fast when,
You have magazines and windows.
Write with crayons, and don’t stay up too late.
Stay up late, and write on the walls.
They carried another person away.
They came back for me, they came back for me…
On day two, one of my crayons got too short to use.
And they told me that’s what hospitals do.
They give you something.
Then it disappears slowly.
They came back for me last night.
The car ride back.
We ate dinner.
I can only sleep if I’m alone in my room.
When you have a roommate, it’s hard.
When you’re back?
It’s even worse than all the sludge that would come from the drains sometimes.
They came back for me two months ago.
I go outside sometimes.
Sometimes, I remember.
They could have come back after day one.
They should have.
I think of my roommate sometimes.
And wonder if anyone came back for her.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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