Yesterday I Was The Moon by Noor Unnahar

            my parents are two long calls

            one is about the weather-always about the

            weather; father
            
            one is about everything-you should do this

            this and that; mother
            
            cities away i do not calculate distance but

            duration

            has it been days?
            
            has it been hours? since you last called
            
            you do not get out of a broken family because
            
            it gets out of you; a family in pieces
            
            where their name become a hello and my name
            
            becomes a good-bye
            
            two voices on each side of the phone is what i
            
            have in my legacy now
            
            {broken family}