wanderer

i am a wanderer 

a scavenger 

tears roll down my cheeks

my chin, the answer to their problems

waiting by the window 

only to see parked cars

and the scooter she sent me last Christmas

purchased with counterfeit affection

wrapped in paper, laced with lies

i'm working late

i need a break

oh i'm busy

and i pretty red bow on top

the tag read, Merry Christmas!

but i read, You'll probably hear from me soon

i am a princess without a queen to teach her

how to rule

i watch the castle burn

the king is worn down 

so i regress

i am a wanderer 

a scavenger 

looking for why my mother left