Time Out
No, come back!
I’m always doing that…
Barking out orders.
Stoic and harsh-
Is all I am to them.
Or maybe I’m just falling asleep.
And sometimes, I am louder in my dreams.
No, please come back…
I remember now, I should have said please.
I should have been polite for once.
But is that like begging?
So that I’m just being clingy?
It’s just my parents…
I can be clingy with them.
Or maybe not because,
When I wake up, they won’t be back.
But I’ll have a week to think about what I should have said.
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