Place I could never call home

A perfect house.

Tidy rooms with a hint of mess.

A quit in suburbia

House after house

With perfect lawns.

The mall was a twenty minuet walk away.

And a school and park only 5.

I was perfect

Basked in the harsh Australian in sun.

Where you stayed inside to avoid the heat.

And no one herd when someone screamed.

It was a perfect little house.

With a nice middle aged couple

There good they had a daughter once.

She’d be 16 this fall.

I pick up the phone.

“send me home.”