Cupcake

the kiss to former lives
feels rushed
as it's thought
to come back
because the transition
from
then til now
is slowed
and flows
effortlessly
so much so the
naked eye can't
see
or perhaps it happens
in a held blink
and the only things you
truly miss are
the things you thought
you wouldn't need
a stiff back to the
twin bed
and one last nap
oh how dependant you
surely were
upon the ones who raised
you up
how you rocked yourself to
sleep
thinking of running away
but now it shows
through pores
marriage isn't a thought to be
toyed with
your mother-in-law
is never your mother
despite how often you visit her
her hugs are the ones you'd
never need
and in your queen
with simple fitted sheets
a husband's hands on the small
of your back
you think 'how indescribably sorry
i am'
to the ones who gave you
away
you sleep easy now
but hold close grief
how you've hurt them in ways
you've neglected to share