![]() Who wants a table with broken plates? You’ll hurt yourself picking up the pieces of what’s left behind. Their tables still perfectly set and standing tall next to my broken one. Im tired of feeling like I committed some sort of crime by falling for you. Like a table cloth pulled out from a finely set dinner table except the pieces all crashed to the floor instead of staying placed. As long as mom was around, I knew I was safe. She cared about me more than I cared for myself. She was the one that took me to doctors for years and nagged at me to go when I moved out. I cried in her arms the day my long term boyfriend broke up with me on the day I was to start my first job as a manager. My mother was not a perfect person or a perfect mom by any means, but she was my mom. all of our lonely broken orphaned hearts searching for that one thing we can’t get back. Even if their parent died in a totally different way than you, you want to reach out and pull them in and say “I know.” It hurts. You will meet other people of the “dead parent club” and you will immediately feel a connection indescribable to others who don’t live on planet “my parent died”. One thing I’ve learned about the loss of a parent that I can only assume is true for the loss of anyone that close to your heart is that it rests with you sullenly. You cradle yourself with your own weak arms They failed to notice that life was gone from her eyes. They never took the time to really look at her. That day, she still went back home on her shaking little legs There was no bloodstain - the murder was clean. Her pictures are on the walls of your house. The dead little fox is hidden in the clearing You cry and tell them that finally, they are safe. So you carry dead little foxes against your chestįor little corpses do not deserve to rot in the open light. She was younger than you – she even looked like you.Īnd maggots eating your bones from the inside.Īnd cradle them till you find a beautiful clearing. The dead little fox reminded you of someone In the clearing, in the grass, in the shadow of the tree Near your heart, death found its new home. There is no bloodstain on its fur, no wound And its corpse is right against your chest.īut you can’t just walk past it and ignore it.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Details
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |