#time here dwindles

[redmantic]

I curl in my late grandfathers throne-chair

As my family spin stories of our ancestors

My sister will leave, soon. Move far away and she says she’ll never return

We’ll sell this house, my parents say. And move out to the undeveloped suburbs

I don’t think my mum wants to let go of here

Here is home

Here is where we grew and here is where our stories are told

Here is the last place I’ll share with my sister

Here is the last place I did share with my brother

And as I unravel across my deceased grandads old chair

I realise I will never be 18 here again

And I might never be 20 in this home

As the walls around me begin to fleet as my time here dwindles