A letter from Jan 23, 2023

Dear FutureMe, Two houses, two homes Two kitchens, two phones Two couches where I lay Two places that I stay Moving, moving here and there From Monday to Friday, I’m everywhere Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that bad But oftentimes, it makes me sad I want to live that nuclear life With a happy dad and his loving wife A picket fence, a shaggy dog A fire place with a burning log But it’s not real, it’s just a dream I cannot cry or even scream So here I sit with cat number three Life would be easier if there were two of me