A slight chill ripples through with the incoming
gentle tide as I bury my toes in the sand...

My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...

Rain soaked windshields are my norm,
Driving through blurred purple streetlights...

It has not rained here in weeks
But I am drenched to the bone...

I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...

I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...

Colorblind.
It is how I have lived my day to day...

What good am I if I’m just flesh and bone,
When I scare away everyone that’s mattered...

My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...

There’s nothing to move past, as the past is...

Today marks six months after your passing.
On this blistering cold May Mother’s Day...

I’ve spent years here playing with my ashes,
Watching seasons pass and the grass regrow...