runaway

There was a pink painting they hung in my room when they sold the house

That I grew up in and they let me keep it but I don't know where we put it now

I barely remember past the photo frames

The only reason I know who I was

And I lost the diaries that I used to keep to lock up my childhood crush

Don't remember much

If I'm honest

I've been so out of touch

Since August

Sometimes I wonder if the homes that I'd made in people and places would last