You buried yourself in your bed
Held down by comforters and pillows
The television set running constantly
Lights dimmed, only glowing through closet shutters.
With each television program that had a 30 minute slot
I grew another 30 minutes older
Each bruise and scrape on my heart
Healed without any help from you.
You never asked me how my day was
I bet you couldn’t tell me what my grades were
Or who my best friend was each year of school
(“best friends” is a fluid concept when you’re young).
You missed each inch my body stretched
Each inch my mind expanded
My physical body and mind swelling
Until I ascended into a young woman.
You were supposed to help me
On multiple occasions
But you bailed out at the last minute
And went back to sleep, as always.
I figured it out just like I do nowadays
And it made me work hard
While you continued to wither away
As your body became one with the bed.
While you were sleeping I became “me”
Fueled by the desire to work more than sleep
And to turn off the television set in favor of silence
To focus and mold into the best version of myself.
Now I’m grown and you wonder why —
Why don’t I want to spend my time with you?
While you were sleeping
I forgot you, like a distant dream.
Or maybe a distant nightmare.



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