Regret


Family is not forever.
Blood is not thicker than water.
Green wrinkled paper is, apparently.

Family does not love unconditionally.
Sometimes, they judge without condition.

Home is where the heart is
until unrecognizable hallways
echo the forever of loneliness
and the heat of tears
on sagging exhausted cheeks.

Someday, funerals will be dry eyes
and the lost consent of love.
Family is not forever.
Usually regret is.

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