The Last Real Day

The last real day, The last time I was able To be myself. The last day Before the world changed And became dark and cold. Before everyone turned away From everyone else Trying to save themselves From the evil And the destruction. The last real day, The last time I saw the sun, The last real light Showing the path To the other city Before that city Refused to welcome others Anymore. The last real time I saw my other Before he left To go to the south. The last night I dreamed A real dream And not a nightmare. The last time I packed my suitcase To come here To this house Across the city. This house full of Signs and post-it notes Dictating everyone's million duties. The house full of Mountains of laundry Piled to the ceiling And countless garbage bags Tied up ready To be taken to the curb By the boy Designated to do so. But he can't Because he's working At the job forced on him. The last real day, The last time I had a real life.