He was busy in his head
When he came to stay
He never left the elsewhere
We tried to provide
A ventilated mind
Where the scent
Of sewage dreams
Could escape
14 year old
Too Good at hide and seek
For his own good
hiding in plain sight
behind a half-smile
When we went searching
He was busy in his head
Reconciling truamas
With his version
Of his mother
Looking for a closure
That would never come
Like an open closet
of unreconcilable regret
Similar to the one
He would come to
hang himself in
P