Today I met a man without a name.
When I looked at him he looked my way.
I was curious as to who this man really was,
so I tried to group my words in my mind,
...
As soon as he was gone she changed.
As in never the same. As in
she’d gone through a complete mental breakdown
and I had front row seats to the worst show of my life.
...
Do you remember the dry winter
nights we spent in my car?
Our seats pushed back, searching
the stars for a common goal
...
My memories of you have been
reduced to photographs
scattered across the
beige carpet of my room
...
Did you call me – Mother?
Your voice dry,
your hands callused
...
What would it be like to lose the world around
you?
to suddenly be walking in darkness;
to lose everything beautiful in this world
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