Disconnected

i sit on the back porch of my grandma's house
i see the shadows of trees dance on the rusted swing set
how did we get so disconnected from this?

i go down the stairs and through the yard towards the gate
how did something i love become something i hate?
i look down the long and tired driveway

the mailbox is barely hanging on
the red flag is faded from the sun

it's like anchors pulling on my heart
what a shame this is all in my head