The mother who had left me
somewhere in the dark
on some windy montana road.
Now has kids inside her house
inside her heart.
Where I want to be.
she has a daughter
standing by her side.
And a son trying to look tough
while licking his ice cream cone.
inside the house.
Where I want to be.
but instead Im here
in THIS dusty house.
Waiting for my foster parents
inside my darkened mind.
imagining my real mother.
Where I want to be.