‘Please, I need a break from you!’, I tell her.
Silently she draws closer, ignoring my pleas.
‘I’m a mess already, I don’t need you!’, I tell her.
‘What about your mother, don’t you miss her?’ she coos
Feet of lead, I don’t move away from her, as I say ‘Yes, I do’
She draws closer, my heart screams ‘NO! Don’t let her in!’
As Grief wraps her arms around me, I wage another hopeless
battle against the tears, and my heart whispers, ‘Mom…’
I miss you, Mom. </3