You know mum

I think there was a time

When I walked out the door

And never came back

Not really

I haven’t come home in years



Was there a time I wonder

A particular moment

When you realised I was not myself

That the mimic sitting across from you

Smiled an empty smile

And chatted pleasant nonsense



In the fireplace

You should have thrown me

Strewn dads trousers over my crib

To avoid the changeling placed there

A screaming abyss in the home you made