Bag Lady.

I drive by your old house.

I’m looking in every window.

I’m still trying to find myself, didn’t you know?

You’re moved on,

and you’re married.

I don’t love you anymore,

but it’s the feeling of being abandoned,

that I’ve still carried.

You’re hiking trails state-to-state now,

with only one backpack in tow.

I’m now a bag lady, didn’t you know?

I’m still carrying everything that you left behind.

You’re no longer on my mind,

but I still drive by your old house.

I’m looking in every window.

I’m still trying to find myself, didn’t you know?

–S.