A visit–
the first in four years.
I am not who I was back then.
They haven’t changed.

A long weekend
stretched out by 
stilted conversations 
and uncomfortable silences.
Hugs are exchanged
as hellos and goodbyes,
impersonal and loose.

There’s nothing to hold on to
anyway.

A family reunion–
the first in four years
and maybe the last
depending on how
fate and time decide
to intertwine their hands
with chance. 

A lifetime missed,
both sides to blame,
and no way to revive
something that is long dead–
if it ever even took a breath.

When you’re looking back,
don’t lean too far
down the rabbit hole,
lest you should fall in.

There’s nothing
to hold on to.