I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots...

I’m scared
That my mind is playing tricks on me...

Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...

I haven’t seen the sun
My world is blanketed in dark clouds...

I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...

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

She made me delicate.
She peeled back layers of protection...

She and I are not the same
I don’t have the courage to ask...

She was the purple-blue night sky that always felt...
She was the drug I’d always use when I felt too...

It feels like ages since we’ve talked
But I can still see your smile in my head...

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

The thought of you in daylight feels fictional.
I have no doubt your pale skin...