from behind

Here is my sister
living on somewhere else,
not here.
Here is my father
wearing his good shirts to weddings,
not ours.

I know sadness happens everywhere,
but not like here.

The world constricts my
chest, because I loved where
I should not have.
And who I should have loved
was forsaken.

I sold my loyalty for a few
coins. And treason's
medicine burns my throat
going down.

And where I should have been, was left empty.