and my eyes, I wonder if they have a language of their own
Maybe one day I won’t have to miss you. Because you’ll be here.
I will miss you in the minutes, in the seconds, in the spaces between us.
There is no cure for missing someone. I will always miss my mom.
This is the real reason why I walked away from you: I got scared.
If you were still alive, would I take more risks? Would I love without restriction, because I didn’t know the pain of being abandoned?
I am searching for you in every people who show interest in me. I make myself believe that I can replace you with anyone of them. But maybe I’m wrong. There is no one who can take your place in my heart.
If I could write you to permanence, I would write all the words I should have told you before you walked away, before I left, before time and fate took their turns.
I feel upset that I can’t celebrate her in the real, alive sort of way. It feels like the fact that I am “motherless” is being thrown in my face.