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