Sara
Nov 5
An absence of words
engulfs this bottomless cry
born from the day
goodbye was thrust upon me
This wound may have
arrived with warning
Yet it sliced from within
so precisely and so viciously
a mom shaped void
The burning
questions, worries, doubts
unable to ever escape
my trembling lips
now hover timelessly
over every inch and every age
of my being
A haunting
permanent silence resides
where conversations
that never began
are now forever impossible
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