Days go by, pleasant thoughts ensue.
not a minute when thoughts are not of you
I make him sad, talking about your life,
And it makes me cry, him forgetting you:
I hear him say how wonderul your love,
yet I recall him on a pedestal above.
he sat in the den watching Rambo,
I tried to stem the bloodflow. The hateflow.
did you ever love him, mom?
I remember asking.
he seems to believe you loved him, madly…
I remember you being mad,.
all the time
You frowned so much a crease formed in the middle of your brow,
so deep, it never went away.
your head, always down, voice, eyes, down, down.
where are the pleasant things i recall?
did they happen for real? at all?
I miss the you who loved me, all the end days.
laying in your giant bed, two grand women,
mother-daughter, sister-sister, best friend-best friend.
face to face with tears and laughter,
joy and pain.
i miss you.