sorry for the late reply

i am well dad, but the rain has become hail 
and i’m stuck in my car. the sun hasn’t set, 
the streetlights have turned on.

i dressed myself in a strangers clothes today, 
this familiar cloth that used to feel mine - it all meant something once, 
these pavement cracks and overgrown lawns. somewhere along the way 
grass was replaced for turf. my hands became someone else’s.

the smoke is getting in my eyes again.
once i was a boy and was loved