Far away on a distant land somewhere
she longs to be in my arms as I do right here
where you left me and ran away with cancer, mom.
I talked of you after years because she made me, she wished me birthdays from your side,
she wept for me, I wept with her,
it all made me a little less heavier, mom.
We were a great pair, we shared our melancholy and made metaphors, mom.
She is a lovely soul, a profound one,
she touched my soul with her purest heart,
she knows me like I'm her part,
she made me eat like you did once,
she is an ointment to my cuts.
Oh. Was. Not is. Mom.
She is out there right now, always doing the right thing.
I'm on a Cliffhanger, Mom.
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