Memories, memories, memories
i pop these pills to go to sleep
but you still show up in my dreams
watching you dance
with me in your hands
or watching you bury your daughter
I hated seeing you sad
I wake up in tears
days lead up to years
which only confirm my fears
that you really aren’t here
Even though you can’t
I wished you could meet my husband
or hold your next great grand baby
maybe that’s why I don’t want kids
because I know you’ll never meet them
when people put me on a stand
the standard question, they always ask
“Where do you see yourself in 10 years”
I never knew but I swore and swore
that you’d be right next to me
but the rumors are true, life is a mystery
and I’m mad at god
because he took you from me


© Makaiylah Robinson