‘Sarah, do you think mom still thinks of us?’
Jacob stuttered,
stumbling into his plaid pyjamas

‘She’s sick Jakie, she loves us.. She just
Needs some time’

I swallowed a pit of guilt
Knowing I was just prolonging his disappointment.

Mom left us,
She was sick
but she wasn’t coming home.

Mental illness has its layers
Hell,
No one knew what ailed her
But I can tell you she was using
The wrong medication.

Jake was spared from the early days,
The...