when did your hands turn into tools used to light cigarettes

instead of cavities carved to fit mine?

when did you become so enslaved that you smell like desperation

instead of sunshine?

when did you become so lost that even my compass

couldn’t find you?

when did you stop becoming the boy i grew up with

and turn into the man you are now?

when did you change so much that your own sister can’t recognize

you?

when did you stop being you

and become him?