Familiar
At the school gate in the back of my memory
You and him holding hands and looking out to wave at me
You were so small and dressed in your uniforms
Held my hand walked to the car that is scrap now
Never knew the future would come back to cripple me
Didn’t know the school gate would swing closed behind me
Skip full of furniture and the remains of a family
Head full of all the things I was forced to leave
At the turning that led to where we started
A key in my pocket to a house that was never mine
The lies that kept me and the truths that now save me
The nature of the people who told you they loved.
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