He undresses slowly
Checks himself in the mirror
A face stares unsmiling
He knows he should be happy
But all he is is empty
The room he has been sleeping in
His entire childhood, up to this moment
Was just stripped bare by his hands
He pulls back the curtain
And breathes in, turning the water on
It comes out faster than the news did
The message that they were leaving
That came through a phone call from his dad