it used to be that you visited the family on holidays
to overeat, overstress, undercommunicate, heading home
a ravage of your former self
vowing never again
until next time.
you boarded the plane, gifts in hand, hopes in your heart
to be dashed again,
that's what phones are for, a conversation
dribbling to a voice mail, to
a text.
sweet.
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